Read about my trip, experience it vicariously, feel the empty thrill, realize that you're still just sitting at home in front of your computer, envy me, and then I'll post something about traveler's diarrhea or some similar unpleasantness and you'll suddenly be glad to be home in the developed world.

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I would put a travel related quote here, but I've referenced a Death Cab song in the title, there's an outdated, weathered map as the backdrop, and the main font is Courier. I don't need a cheesy quote here as well.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Maui 2

...and I fell off my bike. Fuck. Got some nasty abrasions on my leg, making me completely unable to go in salt water. So now I'm in Lahaina, unable to do the one thing I came for (surfing), and stuck in a humid mixed dorm in a tourist trap town with the next week already paid for, thereby leaving me trapped unless I want to flush a few hundred dollars down the drain. %#@&%^*!!!!!!!!111
Sorry you had to be privy to my venting. I'm sure everything will work out fine-I called the surf school today, and they're being pretty awesome. Now if only I could find a way to still go there without having to be in Lahaina...
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