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Day 56: 9,002 miles
Saturday, July 26th
"When you say you've got the Cloak, and clothes..." said Harry, frowning at Hermione, who was carrying nothing except her small beaded handbag, in which she was now rummaging.
"Yes, they're here," said Hermione, and to Harry and Ron's utter astonishment, she pulled out a pair of jeans, a sweatshirt, some maroon socks, and finally the silvery Invisibility Cloak...
She gave the fragile-looking bag a ...
... like I had with Michelle in Europe. The South East Asia plan started to form in my mind in the summer of 2013 as the plan to travel to the Galapagos unraveled. Rena was in and out of the hospital dealing with colon cancer and did not want me to go to the biologist's Mecca without her. The assumption was that she would recover and we would go there together latter. So, Galapagos, Machu Pichu and the Amazon River adventure were placed on hold. Thailand, here I ...
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I've seen some pretty amazing things in my travels, but they don't match the happiness I get from talking with people that I've met along the way. If the meaningful conversations I've had could be measured in miles, my shoes would be worn to a nub. Up until very recently, I've always thought of myself as someone who can talk to anyone about anything, but I think I've had it backwards. Anyone can talk to me. Maybe ...
The tour ends, surprise, in the candy store where there’s not only Jelly Belly candy, but chocolates, malted milk balls, candy corn, the candy that started this mega-business, gummy worms, and lots of merchandise. We found the Belly Flops, the bags of irregular candies that don’t make it through quality control. We don’t care what they look like, they’re still the same flavors, just weird shapes at ...
... at round 4:30am yesterday. But like I mentioned, a really big black African (Senegal) American man, who was on the same bus, appeared - when the lights on the bus came on - and started chatting to me. At this point I wasn't afraid in the least coz I had finally arrived in SF and was very excited. He gave me his number and offered to take me around that day if I wanted to. He also helped me hail a cab and for $7 I was dropped off at the Sheraton. Unfortunately at ...