Made it to Austin where I have met up with Adam Yeager. His mother cooked us a delicious meal. We will be leaving for the desert shortly. Happiness abounds.
Here are some photos from my time in Louisiana. I made it to Baton Rouge before Becca & Nate left for their Journey in south east Asia. I was also able to check out New Orleans with my friend Deanna, which was lovely. I thank the people in Louisiana who let me sleep in their houses! w00t!
Oh… also, I saw one (1) Alligator, but ate many, many more. It’s quite delicious. The food in Louisiana has been the best food I’ve had hands down. If anyone decides to go to Louisiana for any reason whatsoever, make sure you take time to eat…food…there.
He noticed I was taking his picture so he flipped his sign over for me. I gave him $1 for his troubles. He said ‘thank you’, and he’ll spend it @ Walmart. God Bless America.
My drive from Savannah to Baton Rouge was 11 hours in total. From Brunswick, GA to Baton Rouge was 10. I drove straight through some crazy rain and some really nice pastel colors of the southern shores. I hit Alabama & Mississippi just in time to see these states before it got dark. The rest of the drive through Louisiana was pretty dark…except for the light of God being preached about on every radio station I listened to.
Here is a little collection of photos from my time in Georgia. The funny part about this whole experience is that I hadn’t ever planned on even going to Georgia in the first place, but it was where I have spent the longest amount of time in a single place since leaving Brooklyn, NY. Funny how that happens.
Apparently the car isn’t fixed…still in Georgia for an undetermined about of time. Big thank you to Kyle Nikolich for letting me stay at his place while the car sits in the shop awaiting parts…I’ll put some photos up shortly
So they need some special parts ordered for my car, and since there’s apparently no Subaru dealers in ALL OF GEORGIA I can’t get the parts until Tuesday…which means I am on my way to Savannah, GA via bus to try and enjoy myself a little bit for the weekend. Awesome.
The Objective: To maintain a level of excitement just above wanting to kill ones self while stuck in a motel while stranded in Brunswick, Georgia, USA, Earth. This manifested itself in wanting to take a self portrait of myself, through the peep hole in my door with no ones help. No one but the sweet, sweet, god above me.
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The Inspiration: While occupying my first Brooklyn apartment, I was fortunate enough to have a large group of people come visit. On one drunken night myself and Eric Rothman started taking pictures of our friends knocking on the door through the peep hole. That night’s fun hadn’t come to mind until tonight…when I took my own peephole shots out of pure boredom.
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The Problems:
How would I elevate my camera to be positioned right at the level of the peep hole to take a picture?
How would I take the picture if I needed to be standing on the other side of the camera, on the other side of the door, and in the hallway?
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The Solutions:
Since I only had the things I brought with me to the motel, and the things in my motel room, my tools were limiting. I didn’t have a tripod with me or anything that would be the right height to set up against the door. and Even if I did, i still had to exit the door once the camera was set up against the peephole. I tried a number of test shots with the camera far away and zoomed in, but realized that the camera had to be in very close proximity to the plane of the door. This meant that I had to make my own ‘tripod.’
Let me first say, that this was one of the best places I have ever visited…
Thus far I have mostly just shared my photos, but this particular place I visited deserves a little explanation…
I got a tip from a woman in Charleston, SC that there was a Hostel in the woods somewhere in Georgia. I had nothing better to do, or anywhere to go, so she printed out directions for me, and I was off. All I knew was that the Hostel had ‘tree houses’ that you could stay in and that it was about an hour south of Savannah…
There are too many details to remember, so I will just include some of my journal…
I arrived at bumpy dirt road and followed it back to the parking lot and went inside. I was greeted by a spindly little human that is named ‘Skye’ appropriately enough. This Hostel is basically 3 Geodesic domes that serve as the office and dining area, etc. There are tree houses scattered all along the fanned palms and wooden walkways connecting the different tree houses and parts of the land. There is also a lake apparently, which turned out to be very nice.
I got the tour of the place, got shown my tree house and kind of got mentally settled. I was really impressed with the place and felt a really good vibe as soon as I got here. It was one of the few places that I arrived and felt amazing about immediately. Most places take me a bit of time to warm up to. Of course, most places aren’t a hostel in a swamp, in Georgia, run by hippies.
They make you a full vegan meal that is included in your $25 room fee. I was pretty excited for some dinner because I haven’t really been eating anything very exciting since I started this trip…and a good meal was well past due. So…..for dinner….the menu consisted of Chick Pea Salad, Fried Okra, Bread Spaghetti, & Peanut Butter Cake…
Bread.
Spaghetti.
STFU… Thats some hippie shit right there.
(I learned that ‘Bread Spaghetti’ is of course, cubes of bread, with spaghetti sauce on it.)
Now….the problem is….thats not spaghetti. I have no problem eating bread with sauce on it…but I do have a problem trying to call it Spaghetti. It was a good meal — but thats not the point. I ended up full at the end of my meal, and decided I was happy.
After dinner I ended up meeting a Polish couple, Simon & Natalia, and their parents who live in Tampa Bay but both have very heavy accents. I talked to them for a long while, and watched them play a Polish card game that none of them seemed to know how to play….the dad even said to me at one point….’its a Polish joke…none of us know whats going on, but all of us are happy.’
I ended up not taking nearly enough pictures because I was too in the moment, but hopefully you will enjoy the photos that I did manage to take before things became unbearably surreal. I would highly suggest that anyone with a sense of adventure and an ability to ignore cockroaches the size of sparrows go visit this place.
well…bad news..for me.
i am in Brunswick, Georgia for a while…don’t know how long…apparently I have a blown head gasket and it will take a couple days to fix. Quite expensive as well, as you might imagine. My internet connection at my hotel has been spotty at best, and…its been a bad day overall. Gunna go eat at Cracker Barrel…the only beacon of hope.
I will put some pictures up of my past couple days as soon as I am able.