The Continuing Adventures...

It's been a long time since I last typed out words in this somewhat crappy (though reasonably improved!) blogger interface. I ran my own site for a while before I realized my ROI on that was basically zero. I have been bitten by the travel bug yet again, and so I decided to resurrect this rusty bag of digital bolts. Anyways, some updates for you 1-2 readers who probably already know me anyway.

1. Dave the Charger has gone to the farm upstate. By that I mean I sold his ass back to the dealer. Dave was a good car and we had some good times. But in winter he failed me, and so he needed to go. It was probably my fault for buying a rear-wheel drive car in Canada anyways. Now I feel bad for Dave.

2. In honor of my sudden sympathy for Dave the Car, I have decided that all cars I drive for the purposes of this blog (and there may be many) shall be referred to as Dave. If any people-Daves happen to be met during my travels they will be referred to as Dave Jr to ensure no confusion.

3. The intervening eight(!) years between blog entries have brought some interesting times, but mostly boring ones. Some of my best friends got married, some found success, and one very important one died. I might blog about that at some point.

4. I wrote a novel. No one wanted to buy it. I soldier on writing things. Probably no one will want to buy those things either. I will persist regardless.

Now, as for my upcoming travels. I plan to drive, once again, across the continent, though this time north of the border, it being Canada's 150th birthday and all. However that will have to wait a bit since I have been absolutely killed with moving and packing and packing and driving around and packing that I decided to take a pre-trip vacation.

So as of Monday I'll be heading down Mexico way, to an all-inclusive resort on the 'Mayan Riviera' which I'm pretty sure is a thing they came up with to lure tourists. Mission accomplished Mexico. The purpose for heading to Mexico rather than let's say, cheap, beautiful Cuba is the ability to cross Chichen Itza off my ancient world wonders bucket list. I have no arrangements for that to happen but I'm going to assume the hotel will have some kind of day trip dealie I can do.

I'll see how that goes.

P.S. The pic is Toronto's Old City Hall, taken around 130am a few weeks ago.

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