Crazy Bus

I could go back to the beginning and detail the events of this trip so far or I could describe how I ever even got to this position in the first place but everything was so intricately mentally planned for that period it almost bores me so let me just give you a 5 second rundown of our whereabouts in the past couple months and we will snap straight back to the now. December 2016 we left Australia. Alexis and I together off we set to Bangkok for 3 weeks followed by Paris & Nice, France for 4 weeks (I saw Alexis's home in Nice for Christmas), London for 6 weeks, Berlin and now finally fast forward a little and we're currently standing in the middle of Los Angeles. Honestly nothing past France was planned. It became a mess, it cost way too much and no planning means more expenses. As soon as a window opened to leave UK we were gone. 

See, when I set out on this adventure I envisioned myself getting a lot of things done and being extremely organised but backpacking life certainly has a way of throwing interesting curve balls at you so in reality money is becoming tight and my inability to plan forward more then 48 hours due to multiple and incomplete lists of fuckery in the way that's very unlikely to change sooner then a fortnight. Although let's also keep in mind Iv been trying to get my creative shit together since Bangkok. Both me and Alexis have a way of following the wind as well which means distractions happen often and take us on the completely wrong path. No, we must focus focus. But one plus one equals two. And two unable to stay...... No.

I write this blog now because I sense a great adventure coming on. The best are those that are completely unknown and this is the epitome of it. Today we will arrive in San Diego to see my friend Michael and when we next set foot in front of the other we begin our mission to get to Colombia, we plan to do this without using the air and with as much kindness and generosity the universe will serve us. Why? Who knows. Seems like a good plan at the time. Colombia is cheap and we can lay low for a couple of weeks while I reorganise my brain and let's face it - if I can create something while quite literally walking an unknown path thousands upon thousands of kilometres then I have mastered organisation at its most prime level.

I have not worked consistently for almost ten months now and practically not at all for the past three, we can go another two if we play it right. I'm sitting on a bus right now from LA to SD. It cost us $50 for 2 tickets. As I look out the window of this greyhound bus I imagine the movie Spring Breakers over and over, I laugh at the thought of serious situations or committing crime to make it out but it's a very real possibility when you give yourself completely to the will of the universe. I'm joking to myself of course but my mind wanders to the thought Its a very real possibility things could go bad for whatever reason, robbery whatever. But it would be a story. This will be interesting.

There is a few people on this bus who could only be described as the Greyhound LA starter pack. There is a guy called Pablo who had to ask to use the Greyhound stations phone to ring his "moms" up in SD. He mustn't be older then 17 and he sits there on the table like he has something to prove however when I see him load onto the coach several hours later he takes time to help on an elderly lady. Who could blame him though? I don't know her name but she expels charisma. She's wearing a dark blue ensemble with her perfectly greyed hair pulled back in a pony tail. She smiles as if life still excites her at every moment and she laughs graciously after an older gentleman accidentally opens the toilet door on her. I wonder where her husband is or if she ever had one. I remind myself to check her ring finger when I next pass, I'm interested to know what keeps her in such unnatural high spirits. Is she just expelling this awesome as a side effect of old? Couldn't be, most people riding a bus on their own at 70 odd are hating on life.Lastly the driver this time around is female. Latino and probably aged somewhere between 35-40. She speaks Spanish sweetly but fast, I can't help but wonder how long it will take me to understand basic words of Spanish, Alexis can already speak a handful. I find myself filled with both anger and jealousy at his ability to converse with almost anyone, this is something I need to figure out.

40 minutes into the bus trip and I find myself dying to be able to smoke some weed. I'm a bit disappointed at myself because I managed to quit for 15 days back Bangkok. I didn't crave it anymore. Quitting wasn't hard without any access.

Everything keeps fucking me on this trip. The wifi on this bus won't work. I get off quickly at our brief stop and smoke. One,two, six puffs. I pop it back into the air tight container to go out. Ok, back to the bus. I dropped my phone back in Sydney about 3 months ago but more shards of glass fall out of it and I can't type numbers anymore, almost useless. Another thing to figure out.... I never got to see a club in Berlin or Los Angeles. I wonder if I'll ever find clubs I find as good and homely as Australia. Probably not, but I think those days are finished there too. How will we actually ever deal with this? I remind myself there is more to life then fun but is there really? Isn't my whole life dedicated to running away from normality. I ponder for a while.

My throat is raspy and I want to cough, I get sad at the thought I don't have throat lollies. There is a giant bottle of water here I dedicate to sipping in 3 minute intervals. This is like a cough lollie I guess, I look at Alexis. Asleep.... Always asleep. I wonder what he dreams about

I can faintly hear an elderly woman's voice whispering pardos, pardos. I look up to see that smiling face in a blue ensemble, I check her hands as she walks by. No ring.

A couple of hours later we arrive in San Diego. Michael the amazing motherfucker is waiting joint in hand and takes us to In n Out. It's a lot easier to find good music on the radio here, im reminded once again why I love California so much. I met Michael about 2 years ago now through Airbnb, he was such a rad host we became mates and caught up again in Australia and New York. It would have been twelve months since I saw him last and he's still just as enthusiastic with life. I vibe off his high energy. We head downtown and check out San Diegos bar scene, I wake up with absolutely no memory following a couple of Jamieson shots. There's a couple of really drunk photos of Alexi against a police vehicle. I'm confused. This is classic scenario when I see this big kid. After hitting up a warehouse party the next night we decide it's easier to head straight over the border. Yo Mexico......