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Сон в потязі «Москва-Самара» виявився напрочуд неспокійним і уривчастим: від лихоманки я постійно провалювалась в якесь напівмариво, а, повертаючись знову до реальності, потрапляла в тенета вселенської ліні і апатії, тому простирчала на своїй верхній полиці практично до самого ранку. 7 more words


Anarchism in Salt Lake City

“I don’t know how we do it,” I said to Kevin. “But we always seem to find the anarchists.”

It had been only four hours since we’d been dumped outside Salt Lake City’s courthouse by Tim the Weed Farmer, and we were already at Boing House, Salt Lake City’s anarchist commune. 1,381 more words


life is too short travel :)

Travelling tips for solo travelers  :

here are some tips that helps you when you start travelling alone

this is my first write up on traveling… 919 more words


PCT Day 72, Mile 1006 to mile 1018

Day 72
Mile 1006 to mile 1018, 12 miles
Cost: Stayed in the dorm at Kennedy Meadows Resort, $35 (incl shower & laundry)

It was a freezing cold morning, and knowing that we only had a short day to get to Kennedy Meadows resort (to resupply), I warmed up by having hot oats for breakfast. 712 more words


Tim the Weed Farmer: Iowa--> Utah

All we knew about Tim when Kevin and I got in his car was that he had to be in Salt Lake City in sixteen hours or he’d go to jail. 1,441 more words


The First Cop

Police lights were blaring, and we had just gotten our first ride. For two hours we’d been waiting at the foot of the freeway, and panic had been rising in me, though I hadn’t told Kevin. 705 more words


Down the Rabbit Hole: The First Ride

“This guy’s gonna take us to Salt Lake City!” said Kevin, a look of intense excitement on his face.

We were in a gas station just outside of Des Moines, and I was still relieved to have gotten out of the city. 680 more words