This looks pretty comfortable to me. I don’t know how far the grocery store is, but other than that I could live here if I needed a rest.
Even if it’s just the exterior, because that’s what most important to me. If I don’t have a view I use at least three times as much energy.
I drove a van like this from Maine to New York after which I planned to blow it up but ended up giving it away instead. I hope they didn’t demolish it at least. I hope it wanders around still.
View from the van on its last day here
It looks like the clubhouse at my apartment complex, except the pool here is a bit bigger, and there’s no ocean, but you can see some “mountains” in the background if you consider them mountains. You can hike em I guess. There’s a lot of birdwatching/hiking trails and things like that around here, and about 20 lakes it seems like. It’s a good place to live.
I’ve driven through 38 of the 50 states. Most of the time in something smaller than a van. I can go for a long, long time without sleeping. Once I zig-zagged all over the east coast and ended up in New York the day after thanksgiving and got caught up in a parade in times square, and later that day blew up my radiator in queens. Ended up having to replace that, get a room in connecticut and then started home a day or so later. Another time I drove to a place called joshua tree in the desert in southern california and spent some time traipsing around in the sand dunes and shopping in palm springs. That was about a 3 or 4 week trip where I went to a bunch of other places as well. Las Vegas, arches park in Utah, the grand canyon, hoover dam, all kinds of places. I rode a bus once from manchester to glasgow. Nothing but sheep the entire way. Well…sheep, lakes, and walls about 3 feet high made of stones stretching across oceans of grass. Shit blew my mind.
Sounds good. Do you have any pictures?
That’s the spirit … yeah I drove around about … 24 states, maybe. Not actually all myself, Im including my dad who drove us from New York to LA one time and friends with whom I drove from Madison Wisconsin to Albuquerque around a western arc and then back through Oklahoma, and after that down to Savannah. I was going to go down to Florida with them but I got kicked out of a bar and robbed and knocked out in a ghetto and they got a bit scared so we went separate ways. I then took the bus to New Orleans and got lost there. Later on I too the greyhound to Los Angeles, where it rained. That was weird. The river was flooded, those basins you see in Terminator 2 were like wild rivers. After sleeping in the busstation I arrived late, right at the moment of boarding, skipped the line and took the best seat in the bus, up front next to the driver who told me his stories about how he had escaped death repeatedly as we drove up to San Francisco where I have family of a close friend, and about how he had stepped on Jim Morrison’s foot, at some concert back stage. He apologized but Jim said ‘it’s okay man, people came here to listen to my music, not to look at my shoes’.
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This is pretty cool.
postmodernism at its finest.
Whats going on here…
Who knows man.
So did you live in the US or were you just rambling around here? My first greyhound experience was from Wichita KS to Bessemer AL when I was 14 and I did it solo. Crazy crowd in the bus stations.
I’ll get some pics of the apartment pool. The ones on the website are old and don’t do it justice.
I spent a summer here, 
waking up every day to beauty.
I stayed there for three months, max on a normal visa, a couple of times. I could have gone up to Canada and back to get a new visa, but didn’t.
These bus stations are whole places of culture by themselves. I’m told you even have people living in Greyhound buses as its cheaper than rent.
Cool. Maybe see if you can get some ‘wildlife’ on it… is the pool crowded this time a year?
That is nice.
Best lake I ever woke up to was in the Pyrenees. It was pretty cold, but unbelievably clear.
This is me in my van sitting on a parking lot of a Hoboken hospital looking out over Manhattan. It was the most convenient place to park that I could find right then, 3 dollars or so for indefinitely stay, and I could use the bathroom of the hospital to wash. I has just driven down from Maine largely in second gear, the thing wasn’t really up to the task I had premeditated, which was a drive to California to meet a girl I had met earlier in Amsterdam. When the gearbox failed me and I noticed just how much gas the thing drank I decided to take it to New York instead. I ended up doing a summer course at the Filmacademy there and staying in an old masonic temple in Greenpoint where a Spanish painter who liked my art has his studio.
There are 2 pools, the fancy one in the front that’s similar to the picture, and the smaller one in the back that’s connected to the gym. The front one is relatively crowded this time of year. It’s about 95 degrees here now. But there’s a ton of space so even with a lot of people there’s still plenty of space. The one in the back is usually dead. So you can act a bit crazier there and maybe get a bit drunker than you could at the front pool. There are lots of racoon and deer around here, and last year there was a coyote problem and they had to get animal control on it because there were packs of em roaming these couple of golf courses scaring the shit out of people. If I see any I’ll snap a pic. Last December in Taos NM I almost ran into a pack of elk at full speed on the highway and left a long trail of skid marks where I had to slam the brakes, and once in NC I was riding motorcycles on the tail of the dragon, (US 129) and on the way back to my cabin, came upon a pack of bears devouring some roadkill on a narrow street and had no choice but to smash the gas and plow through the middle of em with my head down. I had a little .380 in my pocket, but I don’t think that would have even seriously injured these bears man. It was one of the most frightening experiences of my life. Made it out at least. Had a great time.