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Hey Kittens;

i have been so busy traveling I haven't had time to post and i am lazy. So here is a lttle travel report that I made to my friend's 9 year old daughter. my journey censored and edited for a young innocent mind.

Oh! and i didn't include the pictures but they are here for you.



Dear Zora
I miss you guys too! I am shy around girls also but not you two. You are my favorite girls in the whole world besides my mom and my sister. The trip down the Baja was crazy. My friend told me I could do it in 3 days but he must drive like a maniac. A strange man at a roadside cantina gave me a magic map for the Baja at the start of the trip. It told me where to stay and where to get gas. If I followed the map I was OK. If I deviated from it I was in trouble. It had instructions like "If there is no gas in this town, there will be a guy in a truck with a big can of gas 100 km down the road." Sure enough the town had no gas and 100 km down the road I saw a truck with a big can of gas. I waited 15 minutes and a funny old guy showed up and sold me gas. The desert was beautiful. Especially coming east across the Baja towards the Sea of Cortes. The light at dusk comng down the valley lit up the mountains a surreal pink colour. I almost wept it was so beatiful. The map had told me not try to arrive at the Sea of Cortes at nightfall but I did it anyways and after all that beauty there was this ugly port town with piles of burning garbage and it was really dark except for the light from the burning piles of garbage and I couldn't find a place to stay but then at the other end of town I found a hotel that looked like a castle and the people were nice and I was safe there.

My friend , Dudley, runs a music school for kids in Cabo San Lucas. it's like that movie with Jack Black "School of Rock" He puts them in bands and they play like AC/DC songs. I forgot I was a singer but my friend remembered. I sang with his band in a club downtown a couple of nights and I was a big hit. People were buying me Coca Colas and wanted to be my friend. Me, Dudley, and his son Linden who is 11, recorded a song he wrote when he was 9. I will send you a copy when they finish editing it. I also gave a vocal clinic and showed the kids some breathing exercises to help thier singing.





I took a ferry to the maniland and slept on the deck to save money. The first town on the Pacific coast I went to was called San Blas and everyone had said it was so great there but I rode around in circles looking for the beach and it didn't look so nice to me. The town square was kind of cool. I was tired, dirty and grumpy from sleepng like a hobo on the boat so I just went into default mode (my natural tendancy is towards extravagance) and picked the most expensive looking hotel I could find. This hotel was great! It had an open courtyard in the middle with a big garden and a fountan in the middle that all the rooms looked out on. At first they gave me a small room upstairs but then I asked if I could have a ground floor room because I had so much gear to carry and the lady gave me the best room in the hotel! It was still light so I went to the pool and it had a nice garden outside too and they let me put the motorcycle right beside the pool to keep it safe. Just at nightfall, hundreds of these crazy lttle black birds showed up and sat in the trees around the pool and yelled at each other for a hour. I don't know what they were arguing about maybe someone stole someone's berries or maybe for the sheer joy of being really noisy but boy they could make a rucus! There was also a little church right beside the pool which I thought was great. Every hotel should have it's own poolside church. I was like the only guy in the hotel. It had a nice resturaunt so I had a lovely meal of fresh fish and read a book about ancient Greece that was in the hotel library.



The next day I rode to Puerto Vallarta and as I was doing my usual "riding around in circes in a new town" routine and I saw a big group of kind of scary looking bikers in black leather jackets. I slowed down to look at them and they got all excited and called me over. They asked me where I was going and what I was doing and when I told them I was ridng from the North pole to the South pole they did a dance around me and said I had to ride with them to the beach south of there to drink Coca Colas. They belong to a gentleman's motorcyclng club called ,"Ovejas Negros" which means black angels which sounds really scary but they only seem scary. They are really businessmen and architects and mechanics who like to ride motorcycles in big noisy groups. Mexicans (and little Mexican black birds) seem to like noise and parades and 50 motorcycles makes a really big noisy parade. They told me I was their new hero because they all dream of making a trip like mine only it is not possible for everyone because they have commitments to jobs and families. After the beach we went to a birthday party and ate cake and there was a band so I got up and sang "Hotel California".They are having a big party this weekend with 2000 motorcyclists from all over Mexico. They insisted I stay as their guest until then so I am staying with a young Black Angel named Christian who is a mild mannered architect by day and a scary biker super hero by night. He is very upset with me right now because I don't have a phone and he says I must call my mother every day and why don't I calll my mother evey day? she must be worried...
Oh and they want me to sing a song or two at the big motorcycle party with the band! In front of 2000 bikers! I am not afraid. OK.. Maybe a little...There was a press conference last night at a hotel for the event and I got introduced and I stood up and waved at everyone. I am HUGE in this town! (Also Tokyo, so I am told) .



there is a party for me tonight. they are going to make me a member of their club. i will be black angel. i head south fast to Costa Rica and all points in between then on to the end of the world.

One LoVe

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