CURRENT MISSION

Refuel my bank account by teaching English to Slovakia

ABOUT ME

Just finished school and work for a while and plan to circumnavigate this globe in search of the fountain of youth and de Gama's ghost ship. I love people, especially the ones who have a bull shit sifter,,, it helps with the whole time problem.

PHILOSOPHY

Newton's Third Law

Pourquoi je suis sur Couchsurfing

COUCHSURFING EXPERIENCE

Besides "good" isn´t this what references are for?

Centres d'intérêt

Climbing, swimming, bike rides on warm days with wine hidden in a small backpack, toying with tobacco addiction, Warren Zevon and "Tell Tale Lies," a good meal after a day on the river, tuxedos and faking out doormen in them, laughing at lightening and any discussion involving the dimensions of a blue whales circulatory system.

• dogs
• fish
• wine
• traveling
• cycling
• fishing
• backpacking
• rock climbing
• swimming
• law

Morceaux de musique, films et livres

"The Marshes of Glynn" is a good poem by Sidney Lanier,
"Imperium" by Kapusinski is a great travelmentary. Also if you have enough time I recommend Bob Lax´ś "Circus of the Sun" and "The Nova Scotian Analogue," a travel story by J.W. Crouter.

Une aventure extraordinaire que j'ai vécue

We had been traveling in a grease buss down through Baja and stopped to see some petroglyphs. The weather turned Mexican hot so I changed into a bathing suit behind a group of cactus and sandstone. I forgot all about the credit cards and id's in my pant´s pockets. It was windy and sun-burnish and the petroglyphs really looked like sidewalk chalk anyway. After a few hours everyone wanted fish taco's and we left.
I realized the pants were missing in Bahia de los Angelo's, a few hundred miles south. I couldn't order any tacos because all my money was out there with them. I prayed, sat around watching people eat, tried to harness my metaphzsical powers. A few days later we drove back past the petrographic section and looked behind the rock and in some drain ditches surrounding the rutted parking lot. Everyone spread out and did their best to conjure up my old stove legs, no dice.
I gave up for broke and looked out the window. We drove a couple of miles and there, out in the middle of the brown desert, lying like a dead dog crumpled on the Mexican highway were the old, patched-up khaki's, credit card and all. I couldn't help myself, we pulled over and bought a few six packs and talk about a sunset.