poorwhitecrippledboy

There is something that I just love about meeting new friends, particularly its great to meet people who speak a different language than you do, there is a purity and warmth when two people are doing there best to communicate simple thoughts using rudimentary language skills that is simply unmatched in same language communication. After all, if you believe the idea that we are vibrational beings (i know I do) then regardless of our language skills, we pull the people to us who have the lessons we need at that time, so for me, the inner work I have been doing is to practice non judgement, this is no simple task, we are trained from birth to make snap judgements about people, I have been in sales virtually all my life, and commisions live and die based on your ability to read someone (judge) so as I travel this amazing journey, I am always amazed how quickly the attraction of vibration serves me. I have done a fair bit of picking up hitchikers this trip, the first of which was a born aga

One of the really cool things about driving La Chingadera is the ability to drive with no windshield, it is similar to riding a motorcycle and makes 50km an hour seem closer to 90mph, so you drive at a safe speed, but still satisfy that ever present need for adrenaline. While the rush is nice, what I really like is that sense of flying, as the wind rushes past you you feel free, content, and connected, the connection comes from the smiles that are ever present, the laughter of children and adults alike ( I am pretty sure the laughter stems from the hairstyle that only wind and a beachy bed head can acheive though), in any case its a sublime infection, and the Klicks pass effortlessly. So there I am, driving a seemingly never ending track of twisting turning asphalt. If you look on a map they call it hwy 200, but quite often it is less a highway and more akin to a thin line of broken surface connecting enormous pot holes. This track seems to have multiple functions, The primary purpose