Cursed little town for me… Every time I go here something bad happens. This time, on the way back, ran into a pothole which damaged my baby’s right-front-strut and cost me about 6-7 hours at two mechanic shops and, finally, about $600. Well, it’s just an accident, right? But what about the last time I was here and lost my ring? And the time before when I met a girl who ended up wasting a shit-ton of my time? Oh, and the time before when we got lost? And the time I got a parking ticket? Ah, regardless, I like coming here for some reason. New Hope, PA. Lovely little town with a breathtaking rideup/down. If you have never been here, I highly recommend this little jewel, located just a few (~30) miles outside of the city of Philadelphia. Twisty roads and all, you’ll arrive here in no time and be transported to a slightly different reality, filled with last rich people, shopping for useless shit and drinking overpriced beers. BUT, the place is on the water which is kind of nice.
Just a splice-up of some videos I did there. Gives you a sense of what the place is really like, I suppose.
An amazing find here. This is an anti-Russian movement amongst Ukrainians… If you get it you get it. If you don’t get it… you don’t get it.
I need this, badly… :-)
Ah, here we are, right after we cross the bridge.
Lovely, right? Just a small town lost in the exact precise middle of absolutely nowhere.
With lovely red doors.
With the tiny cottages.
And absolutely adorable smoking “lounges” people setup for themselves.
Right by the river.
That same river that sometimes floods their summer hangouts.
With the snow covering the… possessions :-)
Just amazingly adorable views here, right? If I ever find a girl I think I’ll take her here. Rent that gold house in the middle :-)
Or just chill on these here chairs. A-fucking-mazing!
I could live here. Move here for a summer, write a book. You think I could write a book? I think I could write a book.
Or sit and stare at the glass sun emanating the metal rays :-)
Or clean up this green boat and ride it places.
Or just sit on my balcony and stare at this flower-wielding contraption, methinks.
Or laugh at the adorable bitchy signs.
Chill with my bros. Apparently this be the hangout spot for the cool of the bunch.
Huh? Dangit, I should have bought this shirt!
Or moved into this house. I mean, this is one mad-ass-crazy-fucking-house. I wanna I wanna!
Thin ice there, bro. You’re walking on some thin ice. LITERALLY.
Gotta love it.
This be my gun shed. Yeah, boy.
See what I mean?
I’d definitely get the one remaining wedding cake.
And take my lady to the waterfalls.
To look over the river and contemplate the future or the seven billion people inhabiting this here planet.
And look again at the golden house and sigh one more time.
Turn my head and look at the ice sculpture. Yeah, this one. Whatever the fuck it is, it’s more of an ice sculpture than I had ever built. … Hmm… Where was I going with this?
Ah, yeah, the ducks. The ducks are cool, too.
I’m freezing my balls off, figuratively, … they’re… well, you get the picture.
Still, lovely, don’t you think?
Didn’t I tell you about all the useless shit you can buy?
I just can’t stop looking over there…
Or at the ice. It’s nice here.
Nice here at the border. I think I’m smuggling my Pennsylvania-bought cigarettes over to Jersey and back… Fuck, I hope NSA doesn’t read my silly blog. Dear NSA, please forgive my for smuggling a half-a-pack of smokes over the border. I’ll behave next time! [no I won’t!]
Waaaaait… Swans? Cool!
And the evening-house. Good to grab an ale before I head back home. Always nice here. Except on the way home I fuckup my car and spend the next 2 weeks in/out of mechanics… Ah, c’est la vie, my friend, c’est la vie. Life, she’s a bitch sometimes. Life, she is as she is :-).