Hi Mom
We made it
Hi Mom. We arrived in Naeba safe and sound. The music on the bus wasn't the greatest, but Jinki's snoring helped drown it out. Don had his head buried in the Atlantic Monthly so we didn't feel like bringing him down to our level of conversation (you know, boob and fart jokes).
We saw Yellowcard hitchhiking at the rest stop. Nobody knew who they were, but we were full. so...
Dom broke his sunnies pretending to sleep, and when Maroon 5 came on over the crappy bus stereo both Shawn and I started to wish for a head long collision with a drunk Japanese truck driver. As I was trying figure out the make of this fictional truck of impending doom but aural relief (Shawn said Hino and I hoped against hope for Kenworth), the Prince hotel flashed in the distance.
Of course that's not where we're staying, but we have a roof over our heads, clean staff t-shirts to wear, and rain gear.
It's sunny right now, so we're going to go play some frisbee and, you know, frolick (okay, you're right, we're gonna drink beer).
Will write more when time permits. Give my love to that drunk and passed out husband of yours, I mean Dad.
Your son,
Jeff
Reported by Jeff (2007.07.26 / 17:34)
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