getting into the bus that crosses the city to another makes me bitter for 2 reasons. 1° is my parents ruining the vibe about the real possibility of getting kicked out of the park along a bill in my name because i'll be illegally camping there. i kinda understand. it's close to the city and it's among the 3 most visited natural reserves of the state. before mountains got popular here i lost account how many times i went to this place. midnight arriving by bicycle. rainy by bus. by the morning. how many plastic bags full of thrash i collected, anonymously. i ain't the type to small-talk park guards. how painful was to see the first boulder i climbed and bivouac with graffiti marks. Brazil is uneducated and poor. i paid around R$ 12,00 for the bus - times 100 is around the minimum salary. my parents can't kill my vibe. i asked them if my recital should play Britney or Madonna. as now i'm the hydro-gymnastic dancer of the house. (i'm ready to swim across an ocean already Johanne). it pisses me off but rather make me sad R$ 12,00 is around 1 kilo of TVP. which is the proteic dietary needs of a human adult for more than a week. a bus ride on this hour makes me sad by all those tired faces of people arriving into their seats, after a day of work in the industry. the route to the mountains go through a major highway full of large industrial facilities. some arrive as they are tired since the start of the week. as an atheist i pray in silence wishing we stop exploiting people. the bus passage between cities could use a single ticket but you have to pay 2. a guy heading towards the social assistance unit (they offer bath and a bed) helped me get the right bus as lines aren't the same as 10 years ago and i'm always confused on which to take. i don't pay mobile internet. i go out of the house once per month and i don't look in advance where i have to go. local people always know stuff
i didn't used Csound. despite everything working alright on Termux. i arrived super late. the +50 years old backpack i bought from an alpine mountaineer started to show it's age. a joint ripped apart and luckily this thing is bombproof. i found another way to tie a knot and it was good to go. i forgot the sew kit and the water boiling pot. had to heat water in the pressure cooker. tea for sleeping. brown rice. all i could do before was to put my sleeping pad at the grass and use my backpack as a pillow. i had ~ 30 minutes till the peak of the lunar eclipse. once suggested a cry for no specific reason. sometimes i wished the g-element was with me (perfect time to caress her hair). sometimes i wished a baddie popped out of the forest asking CAN I DRINK SOME TEA. at some point it was too cold to bivouac. i set my tent. i had all that place to me. couldn't even wonder about using that caffeine for a night awake. had swimming classes some hours before my ~ 3 hour odyssey of bus rides to get here. the moment my sleeping bag was over me (too hot inside and i was too tired to get my jacket out) it was goodbye. woke with lapwings doing their noise. they watched me cook my breakfast, drink coffee and compact everything into the red backpack. the morning was sacred telling me it's not that bad if i have to go alone (WHERE ARE YOU JOHANNE!!!)
do you know vegans when not eating grass, are eating dirt chunks
i didn't used Csound. despite everything working alright on Termux. i arrived super late. the +50 years old backpack i bought from an alpine mountaineer started to show it's age. a joint ripped apart and luckily this thing is bombproof. i found another way to tie a knot and it was good to go. i forgot the sew kit and the water boiling pot. had to heat water in the pressure cooker. tea for sleeping. brown rice. all i could do before was to put my sleeping pad at the grass and use my backpack as a pillow. i had ~ 30 minutes till the peak of the lunar eclipse. once suggested a cry for no specific reason. sometimes i wished the g-element was with me (perfect time to caress her hair). sometimes i wished a baddie popped out of the forest asking CAN I DRINK SOME TEA. at some point it was too cold to bivouac. i set my tent. i had all that place to me. couldn't even wonder about using that caffeine for a night awake. had swimming classes some hours before my ~ 3 hour odyssey of bus rides to get here. the moment my sleeping bag was over me (too hot inside and i was too tired to get my jacket out) it was goodbye. woke with lapwings doing their noise. they watched me cook my breakfast, drink coffee and compact everything into the red backpack. the morning was sacred telling me it's not that bad if i have to go alone (WHERE ARE YOU JOHANNE!!!)
do you know vegans when not eating grass, are eating dirt chunks