The rain has begun.

Ayden thinks it's pretty cool.

Little Sponge

O.K., so maybe this says something about what generally happens around this house if the phone rings.. Sorry.

This BLOG site sucks.. The pictures are cut off on the right side because it doesn't support a whole lot of HTML code changes without using a different template, which means I have to redesign the layout which is way too time consuming.

So just click on the pictures, and you will see the whole picture instead of just the left half..... At least until I get around to fixing... Piece of junk.

O.K. So when I was a kid I was pretty good at the Young Sherlock Holmes stories and all. But something must have happened when I was a teenager or something. Maybe I hit my head mountain biking too many times or something. Forethought... What a cool concept.

If you look at this picture, would you have dropped down in there to try and follow the water line another 5km down the beach? If you say "hell no", I'm calling B.S. because I tipped you off already that I was partially retarded for not considering that.

Notice the tire tracks go in, (invisible moment of OH SHIT takes place), and then come right back out again.



Going down was easy. Getting back up was no so easy. 1 hour, a really good winch, three trees, and a cookie for the local guy just to get him to leave us alone later.... Managed to make it out.















These are cool. For some reason I didn't expect to see these again after leaving AZ. SOME people manage to get theirs stuck and throw a rooster-tail on the baby trying to get un-stuck. All the baby kept saying was "Awwwww-Mannnnnn!"... He looked like a powdered donut. Fun stuff.





The weird thing is that every morning when I wake up and go outside, the FJ is clean. Seriously. Not a joke. The locals wash it in the middle of the night. I think they're just waiting for the day the door is unlocked for payment.




This is a big ass lizard. It lives on the golf course. It enjoys pina coladas, long walks on the beach, Luther Vandross, and eating your small children. It doesn't really like 9 irons too much, and I would definatley think twice about reaching in to the water hazard to retrieve my ball. Water hazard has a whole new meaning here apparently.



When you go to a restraunt and say you would like some salt and the waitress says, "Sure, let me scrape some up for you.", be careful. It might not be very "iodized"...







And finally, a very sad before an after shot. I've been trying to learn to speak cow, but I still suck...

Before:



After:

I'm ruined for life.

Travelling the World, and what do I think about all time? Yuma...

All right. Where to start? I need to upload a few photos, so I'll plant them up here and worry about the captioning as it comes around.

Pic of Tyler on the boat between Dakar and the Island of Goree. Dowtown Dakar in the background.

Goree Island was the slave trading island used by the French slave traders to sort, prepare, and group prior to departure to the buying countries. Interesting enough, the Senegalese were not enslaved, but instead were wise enough to arrange the capture and slavery of other tribes from other countries in the region.

It's a beautiful island. Small, charming, and DEEP in history. Almost every American President has (or will) visit it during their time here in the country. The conditions were obviously brutal, yet systematic. I find it interesting that the African natives could have ever forgiven the French for this part of their history. Owning a slave is no worse than the people that captured them, raped them, killed the "weak" ones, split up the families, and sold them to the highest bidder all while living in the same upstairs building living the good life.

Anyway, enough typing. Enjoy the pics. You'll notice the wedge shaped building looks suspiciously like a slave ship from the front...