By the time we walked into the Bra Bar that night, we were already well “into our cups”. That’s how writers explain it when they don’t want to say they were just plain drunk. Which was probably what made us easy targets. Drunk people are the easiest to rip-off, and drunk gringos on vacation in […]
Author: Tracey Wright (Page 1 of 17)
We came down here as part of a group convergence. We all stayed at Victor’s RV park, which is one of the best locations in town. Only a 5 minute walk to the Malecon and right on the beach, our only complaint is there are so many narrow spots between Palapas and therefore no way […]
Almost every RV parked overnight in the truck lot at Rolling Hills Casino is from BC. Harold says that’s because we’re all cheap and all the US-ians are paying for hookups in the RV park. Looking at the license plates checking in, I have to admit he might be Wright. They’re all Washington and California […]
The only things I knew about Milwaukee were all from Happy Days and Laverne and Shirley. We spent the weekend there recently and found it has a lot more depth than that. And a lot more beer than the fictional Schotz brewery Laverne and Shirley worked at. We stayed at the Wisconsin State Fair RV […]
The last time I was in Kansas City was 1977 and I was 13 years old. It was my very first time traveling around the continent in an RV. Of course, in those days we didn’t have air conditioning in the truck or trailer. And oh man, was it ever hot. Hotter than we’d ever […]
Waiting for the fireworks at midnight. Partiers on the beach with bonfires, setting off firecrackers and squealers. It’s noisy and colourful and wonderful.
The turtles that are dug up next door being released into the water.
I didn’t really know much about Baton Rouge other than the Janis Joplin song “Me and Bobby McGee” and I love the name. Translated from French, it’s not nearly as romantic sounding, nor is the history of the name. “Red Stick” refers to the blood-drenched poles that were used to hang bear heads and fish […]
