I think it was in the middle of the second week when I realized how much our tour felt like Oregon Trail. Loaded up on limited supplies and traversing rocky terrain, we had no idea if we'd make it to our destination or nearly die of pneumonia. Of course Oregon Trail didn't reveal what was going on inside the wagon. Luckily, we had cameras.
Beware of backseat bat-shit crazy
It's been almost three weeks since I got back from tour, and like Christina said, it sort of feels like a year. You'd never be able to tell from the above picture, but we've actually become pretty close friends. After the tour started and we got into "the fight" in Bolton I swore up and down on a stack of English bibles that I'd never speak to her again. But then we got over it. Magically. Actually I don't feel like telling that story right now, but you'll probably hear about it at some point.
I've been uploading and looking through all of the tour pictures and mentally preparing myself to see all the footage. I'm anxious to see the footage and also mystified to revisit the trip and re-meet myself from way back when. I don't think she's all that much different from LA me though.
I'm going to get to the bottom of this tour deciphering eventually.
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