Juanito’s Travels is all about travel adventures, Mexico: Mexico City, Guadalajara, Merida, Cancun, Day of the Dead Catrinas and Tequila Zoopa Doopers; New Zealand; LA; Australia; France ; India; Italia; Cuba and Japan: Hiroshima, monuments to peace, A-bomb dome, cherry blossoms & bats, Snow Monkeys of Jigokudani, A wet & windy day at Tokyo Disneyland.
I always write about the finer details of travel, the little things I discover along the way, in preference to ticking off some ‘bucket list’ like a typical bourgeois type.
Having written that, I may have to admit I’m somewhat of a bourgeois type, be it with a hippy heart, and I like visiting all the bucket list places like the pyramids of Teotihuacan (there’s the photo of me squinting my eyes in front of one) and the Hollywood walk of fame with the stars on the sidewalk – which is by far the most disappointing place I’ve visited in my entire life by a long, long way. I have a recommendation for improving it though, if there’s any Hollywood municipal council people reading this – rather than just sticking the names of famous actors down, why not build special glass cases beneath the street and hire the real actors to look up at you. Or, in the case of the deceased ones create mausoleums like they did for Chairman Mao & Stalin.
I mean, guys, seriously, puppets’ names on the sidewalk is hardly blow your mind material – you ARE Hollywood after all, high concept, alien invasions of earth, giant boulders rolling after Indiana Jones and Death Stars blowing up and stuff. Yet some stupid star with some dude’s name on it stuck on the side of the road was the best you could come up with???
Well, that’s enough chatter, now to help you on your adventurous way, I give you some words of wisdom for J.R.R Tolkien:
The washing-up was so dismally real that Bilbo was forced to believe the party of last night before had not been part of his bad dreams, as he had rather hoped. Indeed he was really relieved after all to think that they had all gone without him… yet in a way he could not help feeling just a trifle disappointed.
“Don’t be a fool, Bilbo Baggins!” he said to himself, “thinking of dragons and all that outlandish nonsense at your age!” So he put on an apron, lit fires, boiled water, and washed up.
As Tolkien continues to write:
To the end of his days Bilbo could never remember how he found himself outside, without a hat, a walking-stick or any money, or anything that he usually took when he went out; leaving his second breakfast half-finsihed and quite unwashed-up, pushing his keys into Gandalf’s hands, and running as fast as his furry feet could carry him down the lane, past the great Mill, across The Water, and then on for a mile or more.
Finishing those freakin dishes is the sensible path in life, one most of us bourgeois types like to travel as we hunch over in our comfortable holes saving for retirement. But every now and again, for whatever reason, perhaps as I, you have reached the ripe age of 42 (or 44, or 70) and fear adventure will pass you or you just really need to go to Algeria. Whatever your motivation may be, as Shia LaBeouf says, Just do it!!!!!!!
And here’s some links to some stories to get you going: a cheap taco I had in Mexico City on my very first visit there that left me gassy and in need of the toilet more often than usual; a Dodger Dog at Dodger’s Stadium; a little crocodile I saw in Cancun that almost bit my arm off! Visiting Hobbiton in New Zealand; the Mayan jungle ruins on Palenque in Mexico; and the time I hitch-hiked with Beth from Paris to London.
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