notes from the road

Remember the traveling with friends / ice-cream metaphor? It seems that I’m lactose intolerant.
Translation: my traveling buddy is driving me nuts. Yesterday when I was riding on the back of a 4×4 with her, I just might have stuck my tongue out at the back of her head. Hahaha.
A know-it-all 19 year old is no day at the park. And the thing is, she probably isn’t even that bad; but when you travel with someone, you better like them a lot a lot a lot. And even then, they’ll still drive you up a wall at points. Which means that when you’re traveling with someone who you’re not too awful crazy keen on, you will spend a few of your waking hours wanting to poke them in the eye and kick them in the head. “What do you mean you want to spend a day and a bunch of money to see some big freaking birds? Birds???” But even more stupid than the bird thing is the way she always corrects me, and not cause I’m doing something wrong, I’m just not doing it her way. Yes, I know how to measure carrots for carrot cake, make grilled cheese, read a map, shift a 4×4, and tie my shoe you lunatic. If I kill her and end up in a NZ prison, know that I love and miss you all very much. And send me some cigarettes to trade for favors.
; )