back on the horse

Picked up a tweaked old prostitue from an address on Pandora, going to Esquimalt. She was asking all sorts of awkward personal questions. We're waiting for the John to come down and pay the fare:

"You like horses?"
"Yup"
"Sheep?"
"They're alright."
"You ski?"
"Ya I used to go to Mt. Washington."
"I'm into rodeos."
"I went to the rodeo in Coombs once."
"These damn GPS machines are a load of shit."

The John arrives. He rounds up 20 cents.
"If it was me I'd tip you better."
"Have a good night sir.
"Oh yeah," he says with a leer.

-- Post From Taxi

shortest cab fare ever

Juliet to Plan B. Four tiny Asian girls, without coats.

"You know that's only a block from here."

"We're colllld," they said in unison.

"Well you should at least walk home."

Wimps.


-- Post From Taxi

ferry!

The ferry is a good place to drink beer and read blogs.

-- Post From Ferry

View South from Mt Arrowsmith summit. 9/2/2009

I have an article in the current issue of SBC Surf magazine. In it I talk about starting a surf blog. I have done so. Click here to read South Island Surf.

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Sunday PM

Working tonight, but felt the need to go to the beach anyhow. A beautiful, sunny, head high afternoon at 2nds. Took the taxi to the beach; will start work around 8 instead of 4: worth it for a good surf. Feeling self-critical and melancholy, but at least surfing is a glorious distraction and physical expression.

Surfed last Saturday, too, but neglected to make a post at SouthIsland Surf. It was a big day at 2nds. Didn't surf my best, but enjoyed the experience of sizeable waves.





-- Post From Taxi