Here in the United States, fresh off a long holiday weekend, many of us are recovering from tryptophan hangovers. On paper it sounds exotic, but an overindulgence of Thanksgiving turkey is hardly anything compared to a dose of caterpillar carcass fungi, who’s viagra-like effects are apparently worth killing for. In the spirit of this gluttonous […]
Category Archives: For some laughs
“The road” takes it’s toll on everyone and in a lot of different ways. For us boys hygiene is often an afterthought, due to the extra effort required in grooming. So, we embrace our unshaven faces and unkept hair and try to look the part of the rugged wanderer. The following photographs reveal the physical results of the last 6-7 months of constant movement. Proceed with caution.
After over 30 different people riding along, joining the crew or being our guides, many souls have made up the journey we call The World by Road. Everyone has a different perspective, everyone has a different attitude. The two most recent crew members come with a unique story of how they ended up here. They […]
After being interviewed for TV, radio, and newspapers in many different places around the world, the bulk of the content about the expedition has been pretty straight forward. Often the questions we are asked are similar, the topics are similar, and the photos or video is somewhat traditional.
Please comment with a funny caption of this photo of Stephen Bouey.
If you need me today, I’m afraid I will be unavailable. I am going to be standing in front of a mirror practicing this look. And once I have it mastered… I should be able to get away with absolutely ANYTHING!
So… we noticed that a big part of Latin-American culture was for the adult males to sport mustaches. What better way for us to spend our final month in Latin-America and Mexico in particular then for all the caballeros on the crew to grow them. Here we are showing the overwhelmingly successful results of our efforts. On this night at our campfire on the beach in Nexpa, Mexico, I was informed that mustaches are called “bigotes” in Spanish.
After an early dinner in Veracruz, the Steves, Nels, and I happened upon a lengthy flag ceremony in the square directly outside the restaurant. It featured retired and current sailors of the Mexican Navy, local high school students carrying out the flag ritual, and the high school band performing a song that must be titled “Veracruz.” The highlight for us was the very young boy seemingly out of place with his camoflauge fatigues, pouting face, and random drum beats.
Bouey, filming the Saturday market on a long drive in Guatemala. Bouey, driving the Tundra, in the zone. Boo-man, with his friends, the habanero peppers.
Decameron All-Inclusive Resort was exactly the little break we were looking for. The weather was perfect, the beaches white sand, the ocean called us to swim, all-inclusive