Two roads diverged in a yellow wood...I chose the one without the creepy poet guy
So I've been thinking lately about the Robert Frost poem. You know the one...the one that EVERYBODY decides has a very deep and personal meaning for them after their first reading. While this is testimony to the strength of the poem, I decided to think about it more literally. Who the hell walks down the road less traveled when there is a perfectly good and traveled road right next to it. Creepy poets...that is who. I would personally advise people traveling alone and at night to avoid the road less traveled.
As usual I will do a little photo journal for the benefit of you people who probably could care less about the black formations of crap we call type littered throughout this page.
First up is the good old Mexican standoff. To the right we have a little poodle, on the left we have a female cow. In the middle is me...at my second home stay for my Australia trip.
Here is the opening mass of World Youth Day 2008. That would be a jumbotron screen with the cardinal of Australia on it. If I needed to describe World Youth Day in one phrase it would be 'Bonnaroo meets the Catholic Church'. Keep in mind that I HATE Bonnaroo.
This image best describes my interaction with the pope. I think he drove by at like 50 mph.
Overall I think Australia was pretty good, but I think in the future I will make the trip a bit shorter. I also think the food situation was a disaster and the sleeping arrangements were negligent. But what can you expect out of volunteers (note: i am a volunteer in tonga).
When I got back I attended the coronation events for the new king, but I did not really take any pictures. I will steal those from other people and make another entry with them later :D.
Comments
Hey John, this is Jenny.
You don't actually know me, but I'm joining you in Tonga this October. Of course I'm doing some on-line stalking. Yours is hilarious. I also hate Bonnaroo. So rock on breaking Peace Corps volunteer stereotypes.
Hey Jenny,
I am actually Enrique, not John. John is another awesome volunteer who unfortunately is not longer in Tonga. I am glad you share my hatred for Bonnaroo.
Good news is that almost every Tongan here is named Sione (John) or Mele (Mary) so you should have ample opportunity to call people John when you arrive. Look forward to seeing you at the airport (unless I am too lazy to go to the airport...in which case I'll see you at Sela's Guesthouse....maybe :P).
- Enrique (aka. Fake John) Lozano