Landlore: Alternative Travel Lifestyles

From Paris to Austin by LiLi Austin.. Déjà à Austin, y'a des Cactus. Genre Pleins de cactus. Je veux dire, le long des routes, le long des chemins, c'est assez surprenant pour une personne qui ne voit habituellement que des cactus dans des magasins spécialisés. Et puis il fait chaud, du moins septembre octobre, moi quand j'y étais il faisait chaud. Tellement chaud que je voulais des tongs, mais non. A austin il fait chaud, mais il n'y a pas de tongs. Ou alors pas pour les gens qui viennent et qui repartent. Ou alors les seules tongs qu'on trouvent sont jaunes avec une grosse fleur en plastique dessus, du genre immonde. Mais Austin c'est pas QUE ça. C'est une ville d'artistes, il y a des lieux ouverts toute la nuit Comme l'Epoch Coffee. (cherchez pas, ils ne servent pas de boissons alcoolisées, j'ai tenté mais non) C'est un café chaleureux, on a envie d'y rester des heures, convivial, presque familial, on a l'impression que to...

...because everything burns... You can't just start off by talking about the steampunk octopus that breathes fire, or how you saw an airship dock above a wooden pier that was built in the middle of the desert. Peeps just don't understand it unless they were there. So... well... you've gotta give 'em something they can understand. And that's where I'll start. At Burning Man this year, there were portapotties, drugs, sex, and music. There you go. If you weren't there, your chances of understanding all the rest are rather goddamned slim. And, as the desert was completely sold out this year, your chances of actually being "there" don't run that high either. Hope you made it, because it was one frakking hellova ride! Care to join me? I'll be gentle. Pinkie swear! Let's start easy, with music... Dusty Beats : Beats Antique, burners for quite a few years, returned to the playa in 2011... and they just didn't hold anything back. It...

Tell me a story, Love. No, not that story! I don't want to hear about princes, kingdoms, peasants and hardships. Tell me about the land beyond the city walls. Tell me about the waters... dance with me in the deserts... sing to me about the wind... remind me of the world that was forgotten. What if I told you that there was a city in the desert that existed for only one week out of every year? What if I told you that 50,000 artists from around the world gathered in this city for a single week to make dreams into reality? What if I told you that this single week affects your life as you read this? Would you believe me? Because this is possibly the last great tribe of our species, and it's happening all around us! burning man by Christopher Michel For one week, Black Rock City is the third largest city in Nevada. In 59 days, our tribe will gather around the most beautiful temple on the entire planet... and we will burn it... and then the city will slowly disappear back into...

This bit o' RoadNews is gonna be a bit different, as I wanted to update everyone on how far Miss Tuesday Cain's " Zombie Haiku " has spread, as well as send thanks and updates to everyone who voted in the Daft Punk Remix Contest . Let's talk zombie... It's been months since Miss Tuesday Cain first got into trouble at school for turning in her "Zombie Haiku" as homework. What's changed? Gaea Qandromeda, who first turned me onto Tuesday's poem, has written her own tribute article explaining how all this happened. It's a fun and insightful diatribe that shouldn't be missed. Check it: Tribute Post: "Zombie Haiku" by Miss Tuesday Cain . Also, Ryan Mecum , the author of the book "Zombie Haiku", has supported Tuesday... going so far as comparing her to Stephen King. Thank you Ryan! You're a rock star... in that lurching "please don't bite me" kinda way. One of the better discussion threads about the ha...

Pink Pirate Princess Graffit by Kantiki Resources - The Open Air Museum : The world is a canvas... and there's alotta peeps who don't like it this way. But they're not gonna stop all the street artists until spray paint's been banned. That ain't happenin' anytime soon. Until that day, and traveler can take a trip to the open air museum just by taking a wrong turn down the right alley. I've seen some pretty damned impressive art out on the streets, everything from random tagging, to wildstyle signatures, to full-wall murals, to Banksy-style political statements. Stencils like the one above are common these days, and it's likely you've seen this one before if you've spent any time touring the back alleys of the world. I took this particular shot in Amsterdam, just across the canal from the Reich Museum. For the record, I didn't even bother checking out the actual museum. Nothing against it for other peeps, but urban art's just more my ...

Story - Rock Like Ozzy : My brother Zero and I stopped and stood quietly for a moment after passing thru the border guard... now truly on American soil. They'd asked us what we'd been doing in Matamoros. With a shrug, we told 'em that we'd been out for a night's drinks and some writing... no hitchhiking... no drugs... and certainly no demons. Just drinking. They bought the story. Looking back towards Mexico, Zero said, "Well... that was Mexico." I smiled, saying, "If there's one thing we've left behind, we've taught their children how to rock like Ozzy!" I'd thrown up a fist, with index and pinkie fingers extended--The Horns. Zero met my horns with his, laughing, "Rock like Ozzy!" This was victory. And there's a damned good story behind all this silliness. Here's how I like to tell it... We'd found a bus stop in Coatzacoalcos de Mexico, one that edged up nicely against the railroad tracks. The trai...

Outhouse @ World's End by Kantiki also on: [ GoogleMaps ] [ Tumblr ] [ deviantART ] [ Facebook ] Story - Docking the Canyon, Pt 1, They call this a road : Boondocking means camping for free. The difference between "squatting" and "boondocking" is that the latter of the two is legal. If someone doesn't own the land, or if it's legally open to the public, then it's free to boondock. This includes primitive campgrounds like Toroweap in the Grand Canyon... and, lemme tell ya, some 'o these sites take "primitive" to a whole new level. The very name "boondocking" comes from the fact that most of this land is as far out into the boondocks as you can get. Toroweap, however, is easily the most impressive primitive camping ground that we've found to-date. Take the outhouse above for example. This crazy facility's literally been built on the very rim of the canyon. It has two rooms and it's been cleaned by park rangers...