but i think i traveled a little stylish. givin myself some props:
and what was on the other side?
why am i standing on a big yellow dot, you ask?
why, i was waiting for my next "mode of travel":
what? you didn't see the helicopter coming?
yep. that's how we go from port to hotel here in brazil, baby.
just me, richard, and sara:
takin pics of each other along the way:
the precarious land on the roof of the hotel emiliano.
we bobbed twice before settling. i think the net was to catch richard's screams of horror:
i know, i know.
but i'm kind of getting into this helicopter life.
10 comments:
How exciting! You made it!
oh barf. ack! helicopter, bobbing, bad.
oh, but yes, i forgot to say, you do travel well. and damn you your immunity to cabin hair!
wow. helicopter? seriously?
i covet your life, Mr. Smithers.
I envy you. No matter how hard I try, I always looked like hell-warmed-over after the 40 minute Chicago to Columbus flight.
Still laughing about Richard's screams. You're working that helicopter arriva!
Great pix!
You know I think the cosmos accidentally gave you MY life. I'm pretty sure helicopters and Gisele Bundchen's hotel room are supposed to be in my life. Helicopters indeed.
Sob.
It's cheating to arrive looking fabulous, when you have no hair to be mussed.
CHEATING!
Or just lucky.
Who is the hot thing carrying your bag?
I am always ever so jealous of your life, but not so much with the helicopter. If I had been there the last pic would have been of me hurling off the roof.
Glamorous, I am.
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