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End Brooklyn

In San Francisco, when you reach the end of a street, where there is no more asphalt, and where it simply ceases to exist, they put up this little sign that says “End.”And it got me thinking. What if you knew when it was the last time you’d ever go...

What I ate and wore: Lo Vasquez (Trip report)

I’ve done this trip many times, during the day and at night, though during the day when the highway is not closed, it’s quite different, as you have to call SOS to take you through the tunnels, which cuts a tiny bit of pedal time, and adds a lot of...

What? No Brillo?

I have a friend here that is great with words. He was the person whose FB status I saw that said “terremoto en Chile” and I knew it wasn’t a tremor but rather an actual earthquake. He’s also the person that hoofed it over to my house to see...