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trashmouth-richie · 6 days

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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞

꧁ eddie x female reader

a multi chapter mini series— based on thoroughfare by ethel cain

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summary: jumping into his truck at seventeen, eddie takes a journey in hopes to find love. years pass with no such luck, along the way he stumbles across you, a timid drifter who reluctantly agrees to join him, heading west. you’ve never trusted men, but something in those kind, deep colored coffee eyes stirs up a feeling you’ve never felt before. strangers to lovers trope, one bed trope.

triggers: 18+ smut

author’s note: no upside down, eddie was raised by his mom and dad in florida and they were in love.

The wet shell of a sunflower seed stuck to the tip of your finger. Slicked with salted spit and the tart bite of cherry chapstick, you hung your hand out of the passenger window, waiting for the western wind to blow the husk from your finger.

His thumb rubs against the rough edges of the flint wheel of his zippo, the sweet tang of tobacco invading your nose as the flame sparks leaving a burning cherry on the white paper. A slight chap to his lips from too much sun yesterday at the motel pool in BullHead City, you had supposed. Still, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. The only time you could was when his eyes caught yours, daring you to look away.

The way he stared at you with a smirk twisted on his mouth took every bit of breath from your lungs. Holding your gaze in a cozy embrace with the deep warmth of his russet colored eyes until you finally forced yours to break away and look out the window instead. Bottom lip bit between your lips as a growing heat travels over the apples of your cheeks.

If you would have looked back at him you’d have noticed the way he licked his lips as he watched you sigh as if you hadn’t been breathing. Snapping another sunflower seed between your teeth before putting them on the crest of your lips to put them out of the window— he had your movements memorized. Each more tantalizing than the next.

Neither of you were able to deny the tension between you lately, letting it build and fester, aching for relief in the form of pleasure.

The last eight weeks had started to wear heavy on your chest, and you found yourself daydreaming about the beginning of this adventure, like a record on an endless spin to your favorite song.

Not a single radio station would come in wherever the hell it was in Texas he was right now. With every crank of the tuning dial, only the agonizing noise of static strained through the speakers to keep him company as he drove along this highway that never seemed to end.

He cursed himself for not buying a map at the gas station he filled the truck up at this morning. His gut instinct usually guided him on which roads to take, and today was no different. Only today felt like he was pulled by something else, something deeper within himself.

The sky was a mix of cyan and cotton clouds, already hot for May, he was just about to give up on the radio before he popped over a hill and an oldies station came in clear as could be. And something else came into view, plenty far away yet.

Hot wind whipped at your shirt, providing next to nothing for comfort as you trudged along the broken asphalt. You now understood why this place was called the Lone Star State, because you haven’t seen a damn soul in miles. For today, you didn’t mind the loneliness. Leaving home, years ago, you didn’t have a destination in mind, only the knowledge that you needed to get the hell out.

Whatever highway you were on looked to be deserted. As if the state built a multi-laned monstrosity elsewhere and gave up on this slow, lonely stretch, leaving it to the elements. Prairie grass poked through the splintered road, tumbleweeds swayed in the ditches, collecting and tangling as one like a tawny bundle of barbed wire.

Looking behind you, a vehicle showed in the distance like a wavy mirage in the desert. You had half a thought to stick your thumb out and catch a ride to the nearest bus station, but when the vehicle got closer your conscience took over, and anxiety thumped in your chest.

Please don’t stop, please please.

The engine hummed to a lower gear, and you automatically put a hand on the pistol at your waistband. Moving further over to the side of the road where whoever was driving could see that you weren’t interested in their good deed, you kept your head down and kept walking.

Tires slowed and you went into a small panic, wishing you had something sharp to hold between your fingers, but the barren highway offered no such vice.

You heard faint music as the vehicle got closer, crawling almost to a stop as you quickened your steps hoping they would just keep going and leave you be.

“Pretty hot out today… need a lift?”

The voice felt like velvet on your skin, a warmth you’d never known. Endearingly charming, no southern twang like someone from Texas would have. You ignored him, letting the crunch of gravel on your worn boots answer instead.

You had never been given the luxury to trust someone, and you’d be damned if you were gonna start today with some stranger on the side of the road. Heart rate kicking up, you all but bolted to avoid him.

“Baby don’t run, I’ll take you anywhere,” his drawl wrapped around you like a vice, soft and pillowy, and finally your curiosity got the better of you, as you came to a halt. You wanted to look this asshole in the eyes and flash him the pistol you kept, maybe fire a warning shot over the hood of his truck so he’d get the message. That no, in fact you did not need a ride, not from him.

Stopping so his passenger window lined up with you in the center you eyed the only other beating heart on the side of the road.

His hair was past his shoulders, brown and wavy, more than likely frizzy in high humidity. Eyes that were shaped like Bambi’s colored like a bottomless cup of coffee without creamer. His nose sat with a fading sunburn painting along his cheeks, each dwelling a poked dimple in the center. And you swore the key to Heaven was buried in his smile.

When he spoke it was clear that his intentions weren’t to cause you any harm. Minutes ticked by as he waited for your answer.

“Hey, do you wanna see the West with me?”

It was a simple question asked from the quirked mouth of a guy you’d never met before, you would have remembered those eyes in any setting. He leaned an elbow out his window as he threw the truck in park, twisting in his seat to face you a little more. A cigarette dangling from his large hand.

The butter colored sun shone against his caramel curls like a breakfast roll full of sticky sugar, the same light changing his eyes into a whiskey auburn.

He was a complete stranger, but what was even stranger was your one word answer that spread that million dollar grin further onto his face than you thought humanly possible.

You moved your hand from that handle of the gun in your tattered jeans, bearing more holes than actual threads of denim. It was meant for situations just like this, and you had nabbed it from your dad right before you walked out the front door for the very last time.

Instinct told you to run, but something in those dark eyes brought you a wave of calm, whispering out as if you’d known him for years. Your boots had already blistered your heels from walking this far, so what the hell?

Pressing a thumb into the release of the door handle, you swung yourself and your knitted bag into the moth-bitten navajo rug that covered the seat.

His smile didn’t fade, never so much as creased into a frown as he waited for you to get situated. Before he put his truck into drive he explained where he was going.

He was making the grand gesture of looking for love like the kind he grew up watching with his own mom and dad. Explaining that love like that was out there waiting for him, and he was determined to find it, no matter the distance.

Suspicion jumped to your brow, and you tried to stifle the scowl on your lip. “What?” he chirped, a little twist to his lips, “don’t believe in stuff like that?”

This bastard clearly didn’t know heartache the way you were practically related to it. You sigh lazily before looking over at him. Trying not to break his dreams before he even had the chance to realize what a waste of time it was, you simply murmur, “honey, love’s never meant much to me, but I’ll come with you if you’re sure that’s what you need.”

After years of living and growing without being loved, it had become almost useless, something heard in songs or read in books, surely it wasn’t real. But hell, you’d humor this man whose smile danced like a western sunset against a salty ocean breeze, what was the worst that could happen?

A large calloused hand reached across the cab of the truck, and you shook it with a small grin as his voice rubbed like silk across your soul, “I’m Eddie.”

And so it began, the journey to find a love daring to be something greater than anything he’d ever known, hell bent and determined it was out there, wherever that may be.

He had asked about your life. Never pushing when your answers were too short, or ended the conversation entirely. Letting you have your space, he built a trust between the two of you that you weren’t sure about at first.

The roads were desolate, and you couldn’t imagine walking along them alone. You thanked whoever cared that your thoroughfare crossed into his, almost as if destiny had placed you there. Knowing you needed a friend after leaving the only thing you’d ever known and not having a single soul to rely on.

But as time went by, you realized just how much you could rely on him.

That first day, he drove until the windshield bled to ink. Stars dotted across the sky once the sun went to rest, and he encouraged you to follow suit, pulling a hooded sweatshirt from behind his seat and tossing it towards you. Your hesitation told him all he needed to know, that the uncertainty of him was rooted deep. Too deep for you to let your guard down around him.

That pearl handle poked out from your hip and his kind eyes met the scared look in yours. He rubs his lips together before he speaks calmly, “you uhm,” he looks over at you to show how serious this was to him, even if you couldn’t see it in the dark, “you don’t have to worry about using that with me… I’m not that kind of guy.”

His innocence spoke through his eyes in words he hadn’t said, showing you that he wasn’t lying, that you could trust him. You took a deep breath, wondering if you were insane for feeling comfortable with a guy you just met, but it wasn’t long before you whisper, “okay.”

When you snuck a peek over at him, his face was lit by the dim lights of the dash, a smirk nestled on his lips, cheeks welled with the deepest dimples you’d ever seen, and your shoulders eased for the first time since hopping in.

Neither of you spoke for the rest of the night. Your head resting on the window, his sweatshirt rolled under your neck as you fell into a sleep so tender and warm you felt like a baby being lulled to bed as he sang along to the radio.

The heat from the window warmed your cheek when you woke, leaving a less than glamourous mark. Letting out an embarrassingly long yawn, you stretch your arms above your head, feeling your back crack into submission.

“Shit, ‘m sorry, how long did I sleep?” you ask, covering your mouth again from another yawn.

Eddie smiled tiredly, his hair was wrapped into a bun at the base of his neck, sunglasses topping his nose, pushing up from his cheeks as he grins, “don’t apologize for sleeping when you’re tired,” he said, shrugging, “besides, you probably would’ve woken up if I crashed.”

A chuckle hits your dry throat and you cough, “where are we?”

“Still in Texas believe it or not,” he groans, turning it into a long yawn, holding a hand to his mouth, swallowing a bit, “I hoped we could’ve made it to New Mexico before I pulled over but I’m starting to think that ain’t gonna happen.”

You figured he would have stopped to sleep at some point in the night, even if it was just for a few hours. Guilt throttled you at the thought of him staying up while you were asleep. “I can drive while you take a nap.”

“Nah,” he says with a lazy smile, looking over at you, “not that I care if you drive my truck or not, I just think we could both use some decent sleep, watch a little tv, eat, plus… I need a shower.”

Taking a whore’s bath in the gas station sinks had kept you clean, but you almost cried outright at the thought of water, cold or hot you couldn’t care less, running down the length of your body. But the lack of money burning in your pocket stopped that dream in its tracks.

You had a couple hundred bucks left after selling off your car before leaving home. The cost efficient option would be to drive while he slept. “It’s really not a big deal, I promise I’m a good driver.”

The charm you tried to emanate when pulling out your license to show him that you indeed weren’t lying, fell flat as Eddie waved you off, “deodorant only lasts so long before we’ll have to ride with our heads outta the window.”

He laughs in your place as you stare out of the windshield, mind racing over the trouble of being able to afford a motel room.

“C’mon,” he smirks, that same lazy smile stretched on his face, you wondered if he ever got mad. “We survived almost a whole day together, if I was gonna rob you I would’ve done it already.”

“It’s not that,” you say, picking at your nails, fighting the urge to bite them to shreds, “I wasn’t walking because I wanted too…”

Wheels turn in a tired mind as Eddie nearly chokes when he realizes what you meant.

“Don’t worry about it,” he confirms, brushing you off as if it wasn’t a big deal that you’d be bunking with him for free, and when your facial expressions didn’t change, he lowered his voice, and took off his sunglasses, “seriously sweets, you’re doing me a favor keeping me company, ‘m not gonna make you pay for a trip you didn’t plan, okay?”

You sighed, and shook your head yes.

The nearest motel was a hole in the wall type of place. Adhering to the kind of people that either paid by the hour or stayed for weeks at a time. The perk being it was next to a gas station where you refused to let Eddie pay for the armful of snacks he had carried to the counter. Including two hotdogs that you couldn’t be bothered wondering how long they’d been spinning in the warmer.

His boots clunked against the sidewalk as he jumped from the bed of the pickup hauling his duffle bag over his shoulder, the hotel keys wrapped around his forefinger. Outside of you both relieving yourselves on the empty shoulder of the highway last night, this was the first time you’d seen just how tall he was.

He squints in the sun and cocks his head, “bet you a dollar the carpet is orange.”

Room 8 consisted of two full sized beds, a lamp between the two, an arm chair and a small television. A stiff neon brochure for adult channels lay next to the remote, and you scrunched your nose as Eddie pushed it to the floor with the heel of his boot.

Laying out the snacks neatly on the table, you hand him the other hot dog, licking a drop of mustard from your palm. He thanked you, and took a bite consuming almost half of it before dropping onto the bed closest to the door, laying flat on his back.

Having four walls around you gave you a sense of peace you hadn’t been expecting. Slipping off your shoes you wiggled your bare toes and sat on the bed facing away from him, rolling your socks into one another.

“How’s the hotdog?” you asked over your shoulder, moving your bag between the side of your bed and the wall for the bathroom.

A muffled sound comes from the other side of the room as he shovels another bite in, “rubbery, but not too bad for having been made at midnight.”

You snort and swing your legs into the bed. Grabbing the hotdog from the comforter and peeling back the white paper around it, taking a small bite. It was warm, and tasted a hell of a lot better than the moldy ham sandwich you ate yesterday. A satisfied hum leaves your mouth and you giggle.

“Hotdogs for breakfast… don’t think I’ve ever had this before.” You laugh again before taking another bite of the squishy snack. Eddie looks up as he chews the remaining bite, realizing this was the first time he’d ever heard you laugh loud enough for him to hear, what a beautiful sound.

“Stick with me, we’ll have breakfast for dinner, too,” his tongue pokes out to lick a smear of ketchup from the corner of his lip, and he yawns loud and proud.

You cross your feet beneath your legs, a content little smile on your face. “Do I still owe you a dollar if the carpet is also brown and green?”

Your combined laughter echoes across the wood paneling and the pictures of dogs playing poker. The two of you joke about the severely dated room, agreeing that this was probably the place to stay in its prime. But the sheets were clean and that’s about all you could ask for at this point.

Eddie’s eyes were nearly closed as he scrubs large hands down his face, his voice strained, “mind if I shower ‘fore I fall asleep?”

“Not at all,” you say, jumping from the bed and looking through the snacks to find the licorice, “take all the time you need.”

He tosses the remote to your bed and unzips his bag, pulling out a toothbrush and a clean pair of boxer briefs, a minute passes and he scratches his head before diving back into the bag, yanking out a folded pair of sweatpants.

Sighing as he peels off his boots, he walks to the bathroom door and before shutting it, he pokes his head back out, a curious little grin on his lips as he asks earnestly, “you’re not gonna run away, are you?”

You swallow the bite of licorice and smile back, “think you’re stuck with me, if that’s cool with you?”

His grin broadens to a cheshire smile and he says he won’t be long, promising to save some hot water.

Neither of you can quit the grin on your lips until the door unlocks, and Eddie mutters “cool,” to himself before leaving the steamed bathroom.

Diners with smudge stained windows and siding that was warped from the sun's rays, came few and far between on those lone, dust covered roads. Eddie had pulled into almost every one. “Never know when the next one will pop up, sweetheart,” he smirked, sending a wink your way that had your stomach fluttering.

Each menu, although stickier at some places than others, was relatively the same. Eggs, Bacon, Toast. Waffles at the fancier joints or maybe a bowl of fruit alongside a flapjack.

He watched you intently as your eyes scanned the menu, keeping his promise of having breakfast for supper a few week into your trip. His own stomach had been grumbling since you packed up from the last motel somewhere on the border of Oklahoma and New Mexico. A wrong turn near McCamey had taken you North to Amarillo, three hundred miles in the completely opposite direction.

Instead of screaming about the wasted fuel, Eddie had only shrugged. He was excited to cross into the panhandle, and to make a check along the list of states you’d scribbled onto a napkin a few days into the trip to cross off as you came through them.

That quiet, suspicious drifter he had picked up three weeks ago seemed to blossom with life the more he peeled back the bricks that you had surrounded yourself with. But Eddie was charismatic, easy to talk to, and you found yourself deep in the throes of explaining things to him you haven’t talked about in years.

When your cheeks would heat and embarrassment creeped up your neck, you apologized for talking too much. He only shook his head, a small smile on his lips as he said that he didn’t mind, he wanted to know more.

The waitress strolled back over with a cigarette hanging from her lip, a gray ash practically a mile thick on it as she grumbled about the specials and set glasses of water on the table—ice already melted besides a sliver of a stubborn cube.

“I’ll take a cup of coffee,” he charmed, folding the menu placing his hands on top of it, “two eggs hard fried, a couple of sausage patties and wheat toast, also one of those slices of lemon meringue pie I saw in the display window.”

Without so much as a grunt, the waitress lifted her eyes to look you over. Setting down the vinyl menu, you place your order and lick your lips at the thought of the homemade lard crust on the rhubarb pie.

Looking out the window to the dry landscape, you sigh with a breath of content. You had never been this far west before, never been anywhere really besides the small town you grew up in.

Two coffees sit in front of each of you and Eddie thanks the waitress, a dimpled grin on his cheeks as he opens a packet of sugar. Warm eyes look at you as he stirs the coffee into a swirl, “Nothing like home, huh?”

A smile presses to your lips and you sip the bitter liquid, chipped porcelain against your front teeth, “definitely not, the air is dry here.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, slipping the spoon into his mouth to clean the coffee up, taking a big gulp of the burnt— probably microwaved— concoction, “it is, but that’s the beauty in the journey, exploring different places, meeting new people.”

He tucks a curl behind his ear, a tiny silver hoop in his lobe, you hadn’t noticed before and you ask, “you keen on picking up strangers on the side of the road?”

A laugh bubbles from his throat, and he smiles big showing all of his teeth, “in all the years I’ve been on the road, I never have, not until you,” he takes a sip of his coffee, a pretty blush rides on his cheeks, “guess I haven’t run out of luck just yet.”

You hide your own smile, itching your nose, “how long has it been?”

Eddie thinks for a minute, “well, I left Florida when I was seventeen..,” he adds up the years on his fingers with this thumb moving to each one, “… shit,” he says with a smirk, “almost nine years now.”

He was older, not by much, but you had both left at a younger age. Calling the open road and warm air home for years. Living like a Steve Earle song sporting a two pack habit and a motel tan, it seemed like fate put you on the same road that he was traveling that day.

But you push that thought away, Eddie was looking for love, and you were just tagging along like a pet, a friend at best.

“Do you ever miss it?”

He stretches himself across the booth, arms on the back of the peeling seat, pearl snaps straining against the denim from the broadness of his chest, and you find it hard not to look, “Nah, I’ll go back someday, me and my girl.”

That flutter happens again in your stomach and you feel almost nauseous at how infectious his smile is.

You spend the rest of dinner that way, trying to shove down a grin with each bite of breakfast food as the sun fell behind the mountains. Letting the butterflies swarm, with each time he looked into your eyes.

Not knowing that Eddie was also slowly losing his own battles, leaving with something more in his stomach that was sweeter then the stiff meringue on that damn lemon pie.

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tourguidesindia · 2 months

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poll-ventures · 1 year

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I hung up. I stared at the phone in my hand, its screen showing an old rotary telephone slamming into its receiver.

Numbly, I watched it repeat several times before it faded away into the black of the dead screen. Why had I done that?

What am I doing?

I broke into a sprint down the road, running as fast as I could to the woods.

*****

The woods of Old Hill were untouched. Serene, tranquil, and still easing itself awake from the dusty silence of early morning. I tore through the trees at a sprint, thin vines and branches tearing at my coat as I sped over the cold packed dirt and gnarled forest roots.

I was following a creek, and I was relatively sure it was the same one that Noel meant. I’d seen the maps of the land in the museums, but those had never held much truth when it came to small details like a small creek in the heavy western woods. Noel's parent's mansion had been built only a few decades ago, so I was guessing at a ghost.

I slowed as I approached a large fallen basswood tree, leaning on it as I caught my breath. I really wasn’t made for running, and my lungs screamed with the icy air pulling and pushing out of them. As I sat on the cool bark, I faced the way I’d come, and recognized it.

I’d been here before, with Noel, when she needed a break from her homework, or life in general. This was near the right spot.

“Noel!” I shouted, turning around on the tree to search for her. The quiet, yet alive chatter of the woods slowed as my voice rung out, then returned as it died.

A woodpecker stabbed a rhythm into a far away tree, and the forest all together went on uncaring. I swore under my breath, and moved my legs to straddle the cold dead tree like a horse.

The felled basswood spanned the creek, and I stared down its length as I caught my breath. Moving my gloved hand down the trunk, I found my glove was sticking to something.

It was a carved heart. The injured wood was green and fresh, sap building up and out at the edges of the cut.

The letters in the heart read N + J, then a date. 2-3-23. Very fresh. I stared at the ‘N’, brushing the older sap aside with my thick gloved digits.

Natalie.

The name still burned painfully in my heart, incorrect and shameful in the memories it wrought. One word from a well meaning stranger, one reminder of the date of the accident, that’s all it took.

February 15th, 2020. The night was alive in my mind again, without my asking. I turned my head up, to face the woods.

The woods, as many dark and cold nights on the road had taught me, could be very dangerous. Refusing to drive or even be driven after the accident, I had backpacked my way down from New York.

I’d thought the trip would be quick; Google Maps said ten days, and I thought I'd be in Old Hill in nine, maybe eight days, easy.

After the money for inns and motels had run out, I had realized that walking worked on the same kind of time that hospitals and classes right before lunch did: Slow time.

Time that stretches on until you're sunburnt and dehydrated, until you want to turn back, but that would make things even worse, and everyone back home doesn’t want you there anyway, so just keep on heading down I-81 counting the mile markers.

Slow time traps you in this until your eyes roll into the back of your skull, and you’re willing to sleep on a pile of rusty nails because at least they don’t fucking honk at you for having the gall to walk on the shoulder instead of in the gluttonous mud trench that sucks your falling-apart-shoes down its shit-coated-throat.

So, after a long day of trudging, the sun would go down, sometimes obligingly slow, sometimes slipping right out of slow time and into blink-and-you’ll-miss-it time, diving below the horizon and leaving you soaking wet, struggling with two damp sticks to make a fire.

This, however, was preferable to the perils of the interstate’s shoulder and its many bored, cloying cops and just-like-me vagrants.

If I had to choose, though, it’d be the vagrants. I’d shared a few kind fires with a number of them, sometimes learning their names and their stories, sometimes sitting in uneasy silence until we wandered off to sleep in private.

As the weeks wore on, I had been moving into a cold front, and not sleeping in front of the fire had become impossible.

More often than not, I’d made camp in a thin layer of trees that lined a highway-side property. Sometimes you’d need to hop a fence, which started out hard, but by the second week was routine.

This was technically and legally trespassing, but a camo sleeping bag and a good spot usually got you through the night without disturbance. Usually.

More than once, I’d been woken by something rummaging through my belongings, sometimes even the coat I’d been sleeping in. Sometimes it’d be curious and annoyed animals, but most times it had been people. The cops had always been the worst.

“What you’re doing is illegal,” they’d say, then look at me confused and finish either with “Sir,” or, more often, “Ma’am.” Always with disapproval in their voice and always using more force than needed.

Sometimes they’d let me move on, or I’d get a ride to their office, where they called my father, confirmed he knew where I was, then bewilderedly let me go, usually with a stern warning.

Most cops, when they understood, had offered food and drink for my trip. Some had even offered rides, which I graciously denied. Some offered neither, and just let me go.

One, the worst, had left me locked up in the little town’s singular cell for three days and three nights. It was just outside of West Virginia, right after I’d crossed the Kentucky border.

Jessup, as the nothing little two-road town was called, apparently had trouble keeping folk around. Or so I was told by Jessup’s top boozer, who said his name was Jesse. He’d already been in the cell when I was thrown in.

The officer who’d found me on the side of the road, a mean mugging ugly woman, had given Jesse her meanest mug as she walked away with a clipboard securely tucked beneath one arm.

Jesse of Jessup played harmonica, and drank like a fish. In the morning he was always set free, but at night, he was brought to the cell, what he lovingly and drunkenly called ‘Jesse’s Little Corner of Jessup’.

On my last night in his town, he’d snuck in a small bottle of Fireball, a deck of cards, and his dirty harmonica, still wet from its play in the bar. After the mean-mugger had left for the night, Jesse showed me how to play Hearts, Bullshit, Garbage, and the 'ca.

He was good, and I told him as much. In his jovial way, he corrected me: “I’m not good,” I remembered him slurring, “I’m mean. ‘Jesse,’ you should say. ‘You play a meaaaaan har-moan-i-cah,’ you should be saying.”

So I did, and he cheered. We shared no campfire, but did huddle and did dance around the rattling radiator, him blowing sharply into the ‘cah and me stomping my boots and clapping my hands.

He’d thanked me for my company, and kissed me gently on the cheek. He’d reeked of alcohol and worse, but I thanked him for his good humor, and let him sleep.

After the mean-mugger had exhausted all of her attempts to find me guilty of various crimes, she’d let me go. She had demanded I shower first, staring me down with a disappointed grandmotherly glare. So, thanks to her, I walked out of Jessup and up the highway on-ramp cleaner than I’d been in weeks.

The memory of the mean-faced officer set a worry ablaze in my stomach as I stared down the creek. Again, the stab of the woodpecker cut through the wood’s idle chatter. Why was I out here?

Why in the world had I ignored direct orders from an officer of the law, when they knew my name and phone number? It gnawed at me. I’d never done anything like this.

I finally crossed the log, and stepped off of it onto the other side of the creek. “Noel!” I shouted out again, this time more of a bark. A quick check of the woods revealed nothing but the quiet apathy that suffused the trees. Wasting my time, when she could be in danger. What the fuck am I do-

“Hands up,” a thin, scared voice said from behind me. I recognized the slight southern accent.

“Noel,” I said, half turning my head. “I-”

“I said hands up!” She was shouting now, and I turned to face her with my hands up.

Noel, almost thirteen and dressed in stained Hello Kitty pijamas, held a rifle aimed at my chest. The lever action rifle was almost comically large in her arms, and I laughed nervously, falling, then stepping backwards as she approached me slowly, gun held level against her shoulder. She was trying not to cry.

“Where is my father,” she asked in a broken voice, screwing up her face in a grimace.

“I-I don’t know, Noel, what are you doing? I came here to help you,” I blurted out, still holding my hands in the air carefully. “Please, put the gun down.”

She shook her head. “Answer me,” she said, waving it in the air. She stood on the basswood I had crossed the creek on, and faced me, searching my face for a clue.

“I don’t know,” I repeated, feeling the cold press of a tree against my back. The creek babbled quietly next to us, and I stared at her. We both stood, unmoving.

Carefully, she stared at me, then raised the gun to point at my head. “Stop fucking lying!” she barked at me. I flinched, closing my eyes.

“I’m not! The cops said you were missing, nothing about your dad! I don’t know what the hell is going on, I just want you to stop pointing that thing at me,” I said, breathing heavily.

“Bullshit,” she spat, the curse sounding foreign in her light voice. “Don’t move,” she said, and braced the rifle against her with one arm as she dug in her pocket for something. Then she threw it at me, and adjusted her grip on the gun.

Her phone landed next to me in the leaves, the screen lighting up to show a picture of Noel and her mother, smiling happily in a selfie. I looked up at her, facing the glare of the rifle’s blackened metal barrel. She stared at me, raw anger in her eyes.

“You know the passcode,” she growled. “Open it. Watch the video.” I blinked, then nodded, crouching slowly and taking my right hand down to put in the numbers. 9-2-1-2. Her birthday.

The phone opened, showing a paused recording of a computer monitor. The woodpecker stabbed his staccato into a nearby tree. I tapped on the screen, then pressed play.

The video was a recording of the security system in the house I’d lived in until yesterday, portrayed in black and white. It was a view from the top of the grand staircase, watching the front door and most of the upstairs balcony, and the time in the bottom left corner read 2:03 A.M..

Noel, holding the camera in the video, was quietly and carefully breathing, the view slowly moving with her breath. The time in security footage flipped to 2:04 A.M.. The real Noel’s breathing suddenly broke out in a gentle shaking wheeze, I wasn’t sure if she was sobbing, or laughing. “Keep watching,” she choked, seeing I was looking up at her.

Car headlights streamed through the front door’s windows, casting shadows on the wall of the balcony floor. The balustrade’s shadows fled quickly across the wall, then slowly melted away as the headlights died. A moment passed, and then the door opened. Noel’s father walked in.

Kyle Montgomery was a tall man, ambiguously young but mature and well kept. Grey was seeping in at the top of his scalp, peppering his blond, jaw length hair. Carefully hanging his keys on a hook near the door, he stared at himself in the full length mirror next to the door, straightening out his thin mustache and checking his jawline.

He mussed up his hair, then turned his head back and forth to check if it was correctly incorrect. Nodding in approval, he shrugged off his heavy business coat, and let it drop to the floor as he walked up the stairs. He shed his suit and loosened his tie, leaving him with just a tailored pinstripe button up tucked into perfect black slacks.

As he rose to the top of the stairs, he stopped and carefully undid the highest button of his shirt, the tie hanging loosely about his chest like an ascot.

Then, he paused, staring down at the mess of his coat on the ground, the stairs, then the hall the opposite way, where his wife and child were asleep. He looked small in the video, and suddenly very tired. Still facing his bedroom, he raised his hand gently to his mouth, and bit down softly on it.

He turned to face my bedroom, biting down on his own flesh hard enough to draw a bead of blood. He walked to my door, then knocked on it, drawing his wounded hand to his side, near his hip. He looked as if he were going to draw a sword, though nothing was there, just his right hand hovering a few inches away from his left hip.

The door opened, and I was standing in the crack. I was dressed in pijamas, and looked at him confused. He said something, the recording silent. In the past, I nodded, widening the door.

My brain felt like it was dropped in a bath of ice water, pure confusion washing over me. “What the fuck?” I said aloud, watching myself open the door further, letting him step in. I walked away, disappearing into the room as he slipped through the doorway, then closed it.

I stared at my door in the video, nauseated. “Noel,” I said, staring up at her from the floor of the forest. “I don’t remember this.” My voice was cracking, confusion and fear seeping into my words from my core.

“Bullshit,” she croaked. She readjusted the grip on the rifle. “I’ve literally seen you do it. I watched you open that door for him! I don’t know what you’re doing in there, but it’s got to be why he’s gone. Where is he?”

“Noel,” I pleaded, “That’s not me. There’s no way, I’m not lying. I wouldn’t do that to you, or your mom,” I said. “Beli-”

“I don’t believe you,” she shouted, almost sobbing now. “You’re a liar. You stole my dad, or killed him, or something, ‘cause you knew it wasn’t right. Almost every night at two A.M., since you got here. Look!” She gestured towards her phone with the rifle.

I looked down carefully, cringing away from the gun as it came back up to point at me. Noel in the video was shaking, watching as her father left my room, five minutes after he had entered it.

He looked the same as when he’d entered, save for the blood and bite mark on his hand. They were gone. He walked calmly down the stairs, grabbed his coat, and left the house. The car’s headlights cast the familliar shadows in reverse.

The camera spun, and the mouse on the desktop shakily moved to a new folder, reading 2/13/23. Two days ago. The mouse maneuvered to the video file labeled 200, the second file in the folder, and opened it.

Almost on the dot at 2:03 A.M., Mr. Montgomery stepped into the foyer, shrugged his coat onto the floor, then climbed the stairs.

This time, he didn’t pause on the way to my door to bite his hand, stopping only to knock, clearly hover his hand over his empty hip, then enter my room.

I hadn’t even looked up at him. I’d just let him in.

“What the fuck,” I whispered hoarsely.

The mouse skimmed the video to five minutes later, when Kyle exited punctually, closing the door after him carefully, then taking the stairs two at a time to leave the mansion.

The video then clicked through random nights at two A.M., watching the same process occur many times over, sped up.

Sometimes he bit his hand, sometimes he just knocked. Always, his hand reached for the empty space at his left hip. I watched, silently, until the video ended suddenly in the middle of a night.

Noel had been staring at me the entire time, burning with silent rage. “Just tell me.”

I took a deep breath, and sat on the cold, packed dirt. “I don’t know, Noel. That’s not me. There’s no way…”

I wasn’t one to repress memories. My worst traumatic memories, I could remember in painful detail, burned into the fabric of my being. It could be an actor, but no, I’d been there at two A.M., almost every weeknight for a year. I could very distinctly remember my nights, they were usually taken up with studying and listening to music.

A coldly horrible idea formed in my head. He could have been drugging me to make me forget. Something in a drink, or something in food. He hadn’t been carrying anything in with him…

But it could’ve been in his pocket. I writhed in disgust, and I drew my knees up to my chest, feeling my breath hitch inside me as I stared emptily at the phone.

“What the fuck was he doing to me,” I said, hollow, not really there, not really meaning to. What had he done to me? Why couldn’t I remember? If he was drugging me inside of my room, how had I let him in? Would I let that man in my room if he knocked? No. Definitely no. “What the fuck,” I whispered, rocking slightly.

“Parker?” Noel asked softly.

“No,” I stated, almost to myself. “It’s a fake, a fake video or a fake set that he made to set me up. It’s just an actor, just…” Noel was staring at me, shaking her head.

“What do you mean?” She asked, lowering the rifle a little, stepping towards me.

“He was never home, he could’ve been, I don’t know, setting this up? There’s no way I’d let him into my room. I don’t even like your father as a person, let alone,” I stopped, feeling bile rise in my chest. “No. This isn’t real.” I stated firmly, and felt like I was coming back to myself, at least a little.

“No, Parker,” she said, stepping back again and raising the rifle. “I watched you do it. After I recorded this, I stayed up to watch you. He knocked, you let him in.”

“No,” I pleaded.

“Please, don’t lie,” Noel whispered.

“Stop calling me a fucking liar! I don’t remember any of this!” I was shouting now, on my knees in front of her.

"Just tell me the truth!" She cried, matching my intensity.

"I am!" I screamed I picked up the phone, throwing it back to her harder than I needed to. She staggered backward, shocked.

"Liar." Noel almost growled the word, dripping with resentment.

She bent to pick up her phone, momentarily hugging the rifle against her chest, hand still on the trigger guard. It was pointed at me. My eyes darted up to Noel's. She wasn’t looking at me.

What do you do?

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The Adventures of Brisco County Jr. (1993)

Thirty years ago, the American TV landscape was a world apart from the one we know today. Broadcast networks and syndicated local markets still ruled the roost, the Internet was just starting to have an influence, and cable had a few powerhouses but was still fairly expensive. Perhaps most importantly, while serialized storytelling wasn’t nonexistent-soap operas were popular in daytime, and network dramas and sitcoms like Hill Street Blues and Cheers had made inroads in terms of story arcs and long-term character development even within episodic structures-it was still a relatively fresh concept. In terms of sci-fi genre fare, largely episodic TV was still the order of the day with series like the various Star Trek entries or Quantum Leap. And the televised Western was relatively dead by comparison. Thus we come to The Adventures of Brisco County, Jr., a one-season hybrid mash-up on FOX that is practically tailor-made for the designation of “cult classic”. How does it hold up in our streaming age?

Developed by screenwriters Carlton Cuse (Lost, Bates Motel) and Jeffrey Boam (Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, Lethal Weapon 2 and 3), and inspired by Western serials of old, Brisco’s pilot episode picks up in 1893. The eponymous bounty hunter’s lawman father (R. Lee Ermey) is shot dead by infamous outlaw John Bly (Billy Drago) and his gang during a train escape, with Jr. (Bruce Campbell, he of the legendary chin) left to pick up the pieces. A group of robber barons hires Brisco to track down Bly and his gang, with nebbish lawyer Socrates Poole (Christian Clemenson, not a million miles away from David Hyde Pierce as Niles Crane) as their liaison. Also on Bly’s trail is rival bounty hunter Lord Bowler (Julius Carry), and along the way are colorful characters like Dixie Cousins (Kelly Rutherford), saloon singer and girlfriend of Bly’s second in command Big Smith (M.C. Gainey), and Professor Warwick (John Astin), a Doc Brown type who shares Brisco’s enthusiasm for “the coming thing”/promise of the future. But things quickly become complicated: Bly is interested in a strange artifact known only as the Orb that grants people inexplicable strength and psychic powers, among other niceties. Is THIS the ‘coming thing’? Perhaps, but Brisco will have to find out for himself. And there are plenty of other adventures in store along the way.

I feel like the above description does not quite do the series justice in getting across what it’s about or, more crucially, its tone. Like the other shows of the time that I mentioned, the adventures are primarily episodic; outside of the pilot, there are only five pure “plot” episodes about the Orb and Bly himself, even if many of the episodes deal with other members of his gang. That overarching plot is even resolved several episodes before the end of the season, the rest of which are more standalone plots. And those plots can vary wildly in terms of genre and incident: one story has Brisco acting as a lawyer for an old friend, another features a sheriff who acts like Elvis with no explanation whatsoever in the middle of a reasonably serious story about the cycle of revenge, and yet another has pirates. Yes, that kind. No, they’re not on the water. The only limits here are the writers’ imaginations (and of course the almighty budget), which are quite fertile indeed even if there are occasional dud episodes.

One might be tempted to assume via Campbell’s presence that the series is a parody of square-jawed adventurers in impossibly ridiculous situations. After all, he had just come off Army of Darkness, which rotated his Evil Dead protagonist Ash Williams into an outsized macho caricature whose skill in dispatching Deadites is matched only by his lack of foresight in, uh, everything else. It’s genuinely not. For one, Brisco is a far more traditional lead in terms of his competence. For two, the characters are comedic and eccentric, certainly, but their problems and emotions are taken seriously. A good early touch is that while Brisco initially seems cold about his father’s death (reasoning that he had a long time to prepare for it given the man’s career), we see at the end of the pilot that he’s genuinely shaken and it still weighs on him for some time. And while he is a bit of a womanizing Indy/James Bond type, he’s not a bro-y horndog.

The others get nice shadings of depth at times as well. Bowler could have very easily come off as an Angry Black Man caricature and a lackey to Brisco once their rivalry turns into genuine partnership. And yet we get real insight to some crucial differences between them, like a terrific beat where Bowler proves to have invested his bounties wisely in terms of his beautiful mansion home, complete with an on-call butler. And their friendship always feels like one of equals, with a back-and-forth and mutual, eventually less grudging respect; there’s some very touching moments later on when we see how things have changed between them. While Socrates doesn’t get AS much development, he does prove to have more backbone than initially anticipated, as well as a moral fiber that serves him well. Dixie too has some nice beats of seeming less like a femme fatale and more like someone who’s very comfortable in her own skin, but also weary of Brisco’s inability to potentially settle down if she ever wanted that.

A lot of this is down to the cast, who is top to bottom terrific, with nary a bad performance in the regular, recurring, or various guest casts. Campbell often self-deprecates about his acting ability compared to some of his contemporaries, but I would say that his very blue-collar, get-the-job-done mentality is an unimaginable boon to his screen presence. There are many actors who could have played Brisco and well, but there’s a potential danger of either too much machismo overpowering the charm of the character or that aforementioned self-parody aspect being too much of a “ain’t this ridiculous, folks” twinkle in the eye. That does work for a character like Ash, who is sympathetic but ultimately a buffoon with one particular skillset, but Campbell wisely modulates and plays more of a straight man here. His comic timing never reaches too far for a laugh, letting them come out naturally rather than mugging for attention (good example is when he throws Dixie over his shoulder at one point and she demands to be put down: “Alright, you look bad in a wig and you were too easy to find!”) This lets him be a good balance to Carry in particular, who’s wonderfully exuberant and over-the-top by comparison, though he too modulates as necessary. Clemenson is the perfect likable nerd, not too action-hero but not too pathetic either, and Rutherford finds the right balance of Dixie being a canny career woman who nonetheless has the soul of a romantic at times. Warwick is also a lot of fun when he shows up, with Astin’s grandfatherly likability that can make even the groaniest of groaner dad jokes land on full display. The various guest villains make good impressions too, with Drago as a particular standout in terms of being genuinely scary for such an ultimately lighthearted show, and John Pyper-Ferguson manages to make a hell of an impression as Pete Hutter, a gunman with delusions of intellectual grandeur and an unhealthy fixation on his prized “piece” revolver. Think cowboy Team Rocket and you’re halfway there.

In terms of the actual production, it’s a handsome one even if the DVDs are showing their age (prayer circle for an eventual HD remaster). The physical effects are all great, and even the primitive CGI has a weird appeal, especially because it gets used for a couple of REALLY horrifying death scenes. It also hugely benefits from being shot on location in terms of the Wide Western Vistas and loving recreations of old-timey towns. The actual direction is very early 90s TV in terms of “get it in the can” professionalism most of the time, but it fits well with the breezy nature of things. Musically it’s fairly standard too outside of Randy Edelman’s excellent Copland-esque theme music (that later got reused for NBC’s Olympics coverage, which definitely fits).

I suppose in terms of actual FLAWS one can discuss, the main one that the racial dynamics are occasionally problematic. In terms of positives, we get a few black characters with Bowler as our main one, and they’re all fairly well portrayed, with nary a hint of racism beyond one “half-breed” comment implying that Bowler has Native American heritage (which is reflected in some of his dress and that Carry apparently had in real life). And while some of the Chinese characters have stereotypical mysticism attached, we are at least spared any broken English, and James Hong being the main recurring one means that the power of James Hong Being Awesome overpowers most of the negatives (he gets a good line about a Wise Saying where Brisco asks if it’s an ancient proverb: “No, I just made it up”). More glaring is zero Native American presence outside of that Bowler mention, and the Mexican characters are divided into groups of Bandits, Corrupt Military Assholes, and Heroic Revolutionaries. Not the most nuanced portrayal, is what I’m saying, even if you can make the argument of “well, EVERYONE is kind of silly, so that doesn’t stand out AS much as it would in a more ‘serious’ show.”

So why did Brisco ultimately fail with audiences? It’s hard to say. By all accounts, Fox was very supportive of the series and promoted the hell out of it. They aired every single episode too, unlike other, later shows that they cancelled early or mid-run (gestures at that one Family Guy joke). The time it was on could have played a role; 8 p.m. on Friday night is generally seen as the Death Slot. But then again, The X-Files, the show it was paired with during THEIR first season, found great success there before moving to primetime Sunday nights mid-run. And the audience Brisco DID obtain loved the hell out of it, especially when TNT later re-ran the series on Saturday mornings. Shit’s just hard to predict sometimes. But I do think it’s a shame. It’s a series that’s fun above all else, with good spirits and plenty of sensible-chuckle humor if rarely outright laugh-out-loud funny.

Maybe someday Brisco County, Jr. will ride again. Until then, we have this. And sometimes, that’s enough.

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Hello. I'm in a crisis so here is a western story I was trying to write. This was the first thing I've tried writing and dropped. Anyways I hope you enjoy.

Western Frontier

I was naive when I began my journey in the desert. Not even having enough supply to last me to the nearest town. In my journey as I struggle to stay up on my horse, the desert heat shines with the wrath of god making me grow delirious. The water canister on my pouch only have a drop of water left and I begin to question if it’s worth it to drink now or continue to fight this thirst. I couldn't take it anymore and decided to reach for my water canister and take a sip, but at that moment, my horse became frightened, and shook me off, having me spill all my water in the dry desert. I got desperate, reaching out for the wet sand believing that eating it rehydrates me, but the sun’s devilish heat dries it quickly. I lay down on my back sun blaring into my chapped cut lips. My eyes getting dryer, I begin to close it as my body begins losing its will to carry on this journey

I thought it was the end for me but I awoke with the sun’s glare irritating my eyes. As my vision got steadier I noticed vultures fly around waiting for me to croak and a raven watching me. I slowly get up as my back aches from laying in the ground for so long. I begin looking around to assess my surroundings and I notice a man standing next to the hill, a strange man. He was staring towards nowhere with a nice fancy tall hat shining in the sun and a clean black suit with a red tie in the middle of the desert, not even wearing any boots, just fancy shoes with a low top and a point.

The strangeman seems to notice that I’ve awakened. “Welcome back to the world of the living son. Looks like your horse isn't well accustomed to scorpions” the strange man says as he turns fully towards me. “You were nearly about to be another part of the land, lucky for you it wasn’t your time to go” the strange man says as he walks towards me. “You got grit kid to reject death like that, seems you’re really determined” he says as he inspects me. “Remember to keep that memory and never forget what you’ve done to get to your goals" the strange man begins to walk away.

I just sat there confused on what he meant “Do I know you?” I say as I get up. “Maybe, maybe not depends on the route you take for this story” The strange man says as he walks past the hill across from me. I watched as he walked past the horizon with his hands behind his back and hat glistening until he disappeared. I just stood there perplexed until the sun heat grew more that I was snapped out of it. I put my two thumbs in my mouth and whistled for my horse. I begin to hear his arrival as he runs over to me. I was taken aback a bit, surprised how my horse followed me even when I was unconscious. As I got back on the horse I looked around the empty waste land and noticed a town in the distance.

I tapped my boots on my horse to begin the journey to town. As we got closer to the town I noticed how not all the buildings were finished. I wonder if they even have a motel built. I decided to take a stop at the edge of town to tie up my horse. As I move into the town I see a bunch of hard working people moving plywood back and forth, a very nice united community. I see a man putting a sign up notifying people the clinic finished. I look to my left and a man runs out of a building.

He seems frightened looking around hastily. He wears a black suit with a red tie with a top hat. He noticed me staring at him. “Hello my sir, it seems you came in the nick of time.” The frightened man speaks to me as he run up to me clinching on my vest. I get a closer look at him and his suit is rugged and cover with dirt and his hat has clearly been sown back together. “There are these kind men in there that want to see me. You mind pointing them to the other direction” the man says as he runs away. I don’t know what that man did but it’s not my problem to watch his back. I look back at the building. Looks like a motel that’s being built and sees two angry men come out one of them is armed in the right pouch“You right there!” the unarmed one says as he points to me. “Hey greaser you seen where the guy who ran off went”

Even though I planned on just walking away hearing the man refer to me as a greaser pushed my buttons. I glance over to the two men. The one on the left is wearing a black hat, a red shirt with a leather vest over it while the armed one is wearing just a blue shirt I hold my hand next to my holster.

“Listen here gentlemens. You two better watch your goddamm tone! Before I cut your tongue off” I shout in anger to the two men. “Listen boy you have no idea who you are talking to” The one in red says as the blue one move towards his gun and at that moment it’s as if time slowed down.

A one on one duel, our life on the line, the first to draw walks away, It’s the greatest adrenaline rush out there. I instantly reach my gun, releasing it from my holster with a swiftness unsceen by the average mans’ eyes. I pull the trigger ending the mans life before he even notice me draw. His hit him right in the nose as his eyes gets launched out of it’s socket. The man in red is shocked unable to move from what he seen.

He is shaking more than a tumbleweed as I notice water running down. “I-I’ll get you for this” The man in red says as he begins running slipping as he retreats. I decide to head to the shop but when I try to find my wallet I realized it has been stolen. It must’ve been the man that came up to me for help. I walk down the direction I saw the man go stopping by the saloon to see if anyone seen him.

When I stopped by the saloon you I looked around at all the people drinking, a bunch of drifters like me moving around the west who decided to take a stop. A bunch of rugged men with noticeable scars, missing teeth, one of them even had a missing eye. In the corner of my eye I see the man that robbed me gambling my money away without a care in the world. I walked up to the man not wanting to make a seen, I decided to watch it play out. They were playing poker and the man is cheating yet somehow he still ends up losing.

I finally decided to step in from watching the embarrassment of cheating and still losing. I put my hand on his should and lean in to whisper in his ear. “I see your having a good time with my money”

The man the man seems in fazed as if he’s used to this situation already. “Oh my it seems you realized what I did” he says if a slight chuckle. That arrogant look on him is a real infuriating one. As if he been through this before that it’s just routine for him. I grab him by the collar lifting him up from the ground. Dragging him outside to the door of the bar. The man is relaxed in this situation looking more bored than anything. I throw him out of the door to the street floor. “So is this the part where you threaten my life until I give you a good offer” he says with a bored look as he slowly gets up from the ground wiping the dirt off his suit. I’m getting irritated from being near this man and I just point my gun at him. “Slow down there old sport. You should listen to my offer of forgiveness first” He says with a arrogant and cheery tone on him. I decide to just hear him out putting my gun away. “What’s the offer” I say very intrigued in the potential offer. “Well you see old sport there is a group of bandits camping out near the town. You seem strong and capable let’s say I give you the location and I walk away scot free” He says as he slowly walk up to me putting his arm around me as if we are some old friends. “Alright but you’ll be coming with me t

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Gujarat Weekend Trips: Discovering the Vibrant Essence of Gujarat

Gujarat, a kingdom in western India, is a treasure trove of numerous landscapes, rich background, and cultural marvels. When it involves making plans a fresh weekend getaway, Gujarat gives an array of destinations that promise unforgettable reviews.

Exploring the Beauty of Gujarat

Gujarat boasts a plethora of locations ideal for weekend escapes. Each region holds a unique allure, weaving together records, way of life, and herbal splendor.

Ahmedabad: A Cultural Delight

Known for its vibrant subculture, Ahmedabad is a blend of modernity and culture. The town is embellished with lovely monuments like the Sabarmati Ashram, Jama Masjid, and the tricky carvings of Adalaj Stepwell.

Vadodara: History and Heritage

Vadodara, with its regal palaces and museums, narrates memories of royal history. The Laxmi Vilas Palace and the Champaner-Pavagadh Archaeological Park are should-visit landmarks.

Rann of Kutch: Mesmerizing Salt Desert

The Rann of Kutch transforms into a surreal landscape at some point of the Rann Utsav, showcasing the vibrant subculture of Gujarat. Witness the good sized expanse of the salt desolate tract and indulge in cultural festivities.

Saputara: Hill Station Escapade

Escape to the tranquility of Saputara, a fascinating hill station. Enjoy boating at Lake Saputara, explore the Artist Village, and savor the panoramic perspectives from Sunset Point.

Dwarka and Somnath: Spiritual Retreats

For spiritual rejuvenation, visit Dwarka and Somnath. Dwarkadhish Temple and Somnath Temple are respected locations imparting spiritual solace.

Activities and Attractions

Apart from its picturesque locales, Gujarat gives a diverse range of sports and sights.

Cultural Tours and Festivals

Immerse yourself within the vibrant way of life of Gujarat via attending festivals like Navratri, International Kite Festival, and Modhera Dance Festival.

Wildlife Sanctuaries and Natural Wonders

Explore Gir National Park, domestic to the Asiatic lions, and the marine wonders at Marine National Park.

Adventure Sports and Recreational Activities

Indulge in adrenaline-pumping sports like paragliding at Saputara or hiking in Girnar.

Local Cuisine and Dining Experience

No experience is complete with out savoring the neighbourhood delicacies.

Gujarati Delicacies and Food Trails

Relish proper Gujarati dishes like dhokla, fafda, and undhiyu. Explore neighborhood meals trails to revel in the real flavors.

Authentic Dining Experiences

From street food stalls to costly eating, Gujarat gives a wide variety of culinary reports to fulfill every palate.

Travel Tips and Recommendations

To make the maximum of your weekend journey to Gujarat, recollect these hints:

Ideal Times to Visit Different Locations

Each destination in Gujarat has its pleasant time to go to. Plan according to the climate and local festivities.

Accommodation Options and Travel Routes

Choose from a number of motels, from budget-pleasant stays to luxury resorts. Ensure you intend your travel routes effectively.

Safety Measures and Local Customs

Respect local customs and traditions even as making sure your protection at some point of the journey. Gujarat is thought for its heat hospitality, so include it with admire.

In conclusion

Gujarat gives a fascinating combo of cultural background, natural splendor, and diverse stories, making it a super vacation spot for memorable weekend journeys. Pack your luggage and embark on a journey to discover the colourful essence of Gujarat!

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Go ‘Wild Swimming’ in One of These 7 Spots in Texas

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Go ‘Wild Swimming’ in One of These 7 Spots in Texas

There’s nothing better than a swim in nature to help revitalize the senses. Whether you’re traveling through Texas or planning an epic camping trip to the Lone Star State, a quick dip in a natural swimming hole is always a great way to stay cool.

From the deserts of western Texas to the gorgeous landscapes of Texas Hill Country, there are crystal-clear waters to discover across the state, but is open-water swimming in Texas safe? The answer is yes if you know where to go.

We’ve compiled a list of options for “wild swimming” in places that are privately owned or located within a Texas State Park, so you can swim peacefully knowing the areas are well monitored and maintained.

Here are seven of the best natural swimming holes in Texas:

1. Blue Hole Regional Park, Wimberley, Texas

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Discover one of Texas’s most-loved natural swimming spots: The Blue Hole. From May to September, the Blue Hole Regional Park invites visitors to swim in the see-through blue-green waters, swing from rope swings, and experience true relaxation. With cypress trees looming all around, the water is spring-fed and stays at a refreshing temperature all summer long, making it an awesome place to cool off. There are biking and hiking trails to enjoy around the park too.

Stay:

The small ranch town of Wimberley boasts an excellent restaurant and bar scene, as well as a weekly Saturday market.

2. Inks Lake State Park, Burnet, Texas

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Swim:

The Devil’s Waterhole is a favorite among visitors and locals alike. You’ll find it towards the northern end of the Inks Lake State Park in the Texas Hill Country. The surrounding landscape is famous for its fiery sunsets and picturesque beauty. Thanks to the steady flow of the Colorado River, the water in the deep pool at the Devil’s Waterhole is cool and clear and makes for an invigorating dip. It is surrounded by stunning rock formations and smooth, pink granite slabs, making it very popular for rock jumping.

Stay:

Explore the town of Burnet, which is famous for its swathes of bluebonnets in the spring.

3. Garner State Park, Uvalde, Texas

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Swim:

With its deep canyons and imposing cliffs, a road trip to the gorgeous Garner State Park is something Texans have been raving about for years. Within Garner, the sparkling Frio River is lovely, especially on a hot day. There are lots of options for watersports, from kayaking to river tubing. Freshen up and spend evenings dancing the night away at the summer dances—you might even learn to do a Texas line dance!

Stay:

There are two cabins to book, or you can pitch a tent at several spots in the area.

4. Balmorhea State Park, Toyahvale, Texas

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Swim:

Described by the Texas Parks and Wildlife Department as a “cool oasis in the high desert,” the Balmorhea State Park in west Texas is home to San Solomon Springs, the largest outdoor pool in the world, measuring almost two acres. Bring your swimming goggles and enjoy gliding through the cool waters, which stay around 72-76 degrees Fahrenheit all year-round. The water is so clear, there are even opportunities to scuba dive and meet resident turtles and catfish. If you ever find yourself road-tripping across the Texas desert, this is a great place to stop.

Stay:

Treat yourself to a night in San Solomon Springs Court, a retro-inspired motel.

5. Lost Maples State Natural Area, Vanderpool, Texas

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Swim:

Famed for its fall foliage, a visit to Lost Maples between late October to mid-November is well worth it to see the leaves of the mighty bigtooth maple trees change color. There are 10 miles of hiking trails to explore, including a trail to the fascinatingly shaped Monkey Rock.

You’ll come across a pleasant spot to swim beside the Sabinal River campgrounds, where you can wade in for a quick plunge.

Stay:

Lost Maples is a designated Dark Sky Park. Book into the Sabinal River Lodge or camp beneath the stars.

6. Guadalupe River, Ingram and Canyon Lake, Texas

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Swim:

Just a short drive from both Austin and San Antonio, the Guadalupe River flows from Kerr County into the Texas Gulf Coast. Near the Kerr County town of Ingram, Schumacher Crossing is a little dam with several waterfalls flowing into a larger pond, which has become something of a secret swimming spot. Further along at Canyon Lake, the Horseshoe Loop is a fabulous place to enjoy an energizing day of river tubing.

Stay:

Discover New Braunfels, a small Texas town with German heritage and a fascinating downtown area to explore.

7. Krause Springs, Spicewood, Texas

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Swim:

Krause Springs is a beautiful day out, just 30 miles west of Austin. With 115 acres of natural beauty to explore, there is a lagoon for swimming, with waterfalls and rope swings, as well as a man-made swimming pool. All 32 of the springs flow into both swimming areas and out into Lake Travis.

Don’t forget to explore the peaceful Butterfly Garden while you’re visiting the springs, with wind chimes and relaxing sounds leading you through a plethora of exotic plants.

Stay:

The site is privately owned by the Krause Family and offers camping with 24 RV sites with water and electricity.

Tips for ‘Wild Swimming’ in Texas

Always research where to swim before taking a dip. Throughout Texas, there can be issues with water quality, bacteria, and wildlife.

To be safe, swim in state parks or designeated state natural areas where the safety of the water is monitored.

Purchase a Texas State Park Pass to enjoy free entry to more than 80 parks for you and the family for a year. The parks also offer great places to camp with several campsites, cabins, and places to park an RV.

Some swimming holes require reservations to control numbers, so check in advance to avoid disappointment.

Bring a backpack with bug spray, water, water shoes, and SPF.

Have you gone swimming in a natural swimming hole (in Texas or elsewhere)? Tell us your favorite spot(s) in the comments below.

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Enjoy your staycay with AMA Stays And trails!

Maharashtra, abbr. MH or Maha is a nation in India`s western peninsular place, occupying a considerable part of the Deccan Plateau. Maharashtra is the second-maximum populous nation in India and the second-maximum populous united states of america subdivision globally. Some high traveler sights in Maharashtra encompass Mumbai, Bhandardara, Elephanta, Ajanta Caves, Aurangabad, Ellore Caves, Ganapati Phule, and Shirdi. Matheran, Mahabaleshwar, Nashik, Khandala, Lonavala, and Pune are different well-known Maharashtra tour destinations.

The place that encompasses the nation has a records going lower back many millennia. Prior to Indian independence, remarkable dynasties and entities that dominated the place encompass in chronological order, the Maurya, the Western Satraps, the Satavahana dynasty, Rashtrakuta dynasty, Western Chalukyas, the Bahamanis, Deccan sultanates, Mughals, the Maratha Empire based through Shivaji, and the British. Ruins, monuments, tombs, forts, and locations of worship left through those rulers are dotted across the nation. At the time of the Indian independence motion withinside the early twentieth century, in conjunction with British-dominated regions of Bombay presidency, and Central Provinces and Berar, the place protected many British Vassal states. Among those, the erstwhile Hyderabad nation turned into the biggest and prolonged over many contemporary-day Indian states. Other states grouped beneathneath Deccan States Agency protected Kolhapur, Miraj, Sangli, Aundh, Bhor, and Sawantwadi.

The place has 3 important biogeographic zones, specifically the Western Ghats, Deccan Plateau, and the West coast. The Ghats nurture endemic species, Deccan Plateau gives for massive mountain levels and grasslands at the same time as the coast is domestic to littoral and swamp forests. Flora of Maharashtra is heterogeneous in composition

Mahabaleshwar is a hill station in India's forested Western Ghats range, south of Mumbai. It functions numerous expanded viewing points, including Arthur`s Seat. West of right here is centuries-vintage Pratapgad Fort, perched atop a mountain spur. East, Lingmala Waterfall tumbles off a sheer cliff. Colorful boats dot Venna Lake, at the same time as five rivers meet at Panch Ganga Temple to the north.

Panchgani is a hill station southeast of Mumbai in India`s Maharashtra nation. It`s recognized for the Table Land, a massive volcanic plateau. Lookouts like Sydney Point and Parsi Point provide perspectives of Dhom Dam lake and Kamalgad Fort, used as a jail through the British withinside the early nineteenth century. To the southeast, the Rajpuri Caves are surrounded through sacred ponds and comprise a temple committed to the Hindu god Lord Kartikeya.

Panchgani turned into advanced through the British all through the British Raj as a summer time season motel beneath neath the supervision of Lord John Chesson withinside the 1860s. Panchgani turned into advanced as a retirement location as it remained great in the course of the year. He surveyed the hills of this place with Rustomji Dubash, and in the end determined in this anonymous place across the 5 villages: Dandeghar, Godavari, Ambral, Khingar, and Taighat. The location turned into aptly named Panchgani, meaning "land among 5 villages", and Chesson turned into made superintendent. Homestays in Panchgani Mahabaleshwar

To increase the infrastructure, Chesson advocated diverse professionals - tailors, dhobis, butchers, vegetable vendors, and constructing contractors - to additionally settle in Panchgani. The place beneathneath the bazaar turned into allocated to them and is now referred to as the gaothan. He is credited with planting plant species from the western international in Panchgani, consisting of silver oak and poinsettia, that have flourished given that then in Panchgani. Chesson is buried withinside the graveyard of St. Peter's Church. In 1971 or '72, his dying centenary turned into discovered in a large manner whilst for the primary time, the metropolis peoples and the faculties participated collectively in a rite to keep in mind the founding father of Panchgani. Visit AMA Stay and the paths to find out the tranquility.

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When Taxi To Jfk From Long Island Grow Too Rapidly, This is What Occurs

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“Courtyard by Marriot”, Newport, Jersey Metropolis is situated proper subsequent to the trail station, from the place you possibly can reach New York in about 12 minutes. Or one can take a cab to 33rd St., Manhattan (which is a flat charge - $45 ) after which take the path from 33rd to Jersey City. You can take the “E” practice or LIRR to Manhattan. 8. NJ Transit train tickets convey you to New York Penn Station in western Midtown Manhattan for $15.25 (price in June 2021). There isn't a direct bus service to or from this station. Is there a shuttle from JFK to Penn Station? 2014 » intertops sports activities betting » newark airport arriving flights tomorrow May 10, 2022 Jamaica station is a significant hub for the LIRR and trains into Penn will run just about each few minutes. Manhattan and Jersey Metropolis accommodations are easily accessible by public transport and cabs and shuttles from all major airports in the new York space. Some of the conveniently positioned motels in Jersey City include Hyatt (at Alternate Place), Westin, Double Tree, Marriott in the Newport area and also some in the Hoboken space.

Double Tree hotel, Jersey metropolis is close to the Newport space and Trade place, is about 20 minutes away from Newark Liberty international Airport. Among the conveniently positioned hotels in Jersey Metropolis embody Hyatt (at Trade Place), Candlewood Suites (at Alternate Place), Westin, Double Tree, Marriott in the Newport area and also some within the Hoboken and North Bergen areas and others in Weehawken area just like the Sheraton Suites. The Brooklyn terminal complex features a rebuilt building, new bollards and fenders, an internal roadway, a 500-automobile parking space, and taxi and bus drop-off areas. The route you'll take is part of The city Terminal Zone. Absolutely a taxi. The shuttle buses there are half the cost however may take ceaselessly ! If this service is $21 per particular person you can get either a cab or a car service (Carmel of Dial 7 - verify he internet sites for coupons) on to the lodge for a similar quantity as 2 people would cost. If you’re going from Brooklyn to JFK, since you’re leaving, the only option can be to get a preloaded amount, a single trip is $2.75 and the AirTrain will cost $5.00 a technique totaling as much as $7.Seventy five for the whole journey, so be sure you purchase accordingly.

If you're on a finances, the cheapest strategy to get to Manhattan is to use the AIRTRAIN and the subway system (or LIRR trains), for round seven dollars (Airtrain - $5, Subway $2.25). The JFK AirTrain in New York is a fast strategy to travel from JFK International Airport to Manhattan. 7680. What can be the quickest/cheapest way to get to manhattan? The bus goes straight between the airport and the subway, but of course, it could get caught like different automobiles when traffic is tough. A few of them like Marriott, Hilton and so forth. are right in middle of Times Square. Nevertheless, not everybody could also be as lucky, as delays are common when flying into LaGuardia. There are two choices for routes from LaGuardia to Brooklyn by way of Specific Bus and subway. There are numerous inns in and round Midtown Manhattan (Occasions Sq. , Grand Central, Lexington, 34th St. , Penn station and so on.). Get off at Jamaica Station and alter to the NYC Subway's E Practice for midtown Manhattan and western Queens, or the Long Island Rail Road (LIRR) for Penn Station, Queens and Brooklyn. Candlewood Suites, Jersey Metropolis is close to PATH station, Trade-Place, Harbor Side monetary middle and Newport.

Proper throughout from the Newport Marina, this hotel is just blocks away from Newport PATH station, Newport Mall, Mild-Rail and many others. WTC station and likewise World monetary center is a few minutes away by Path-train. Or one can take a cab to 33rd St., Manhattan (which is a flat fee) after which take the path from 33rd to Jersey City. To/from Durham or Chapel Hill: Take GoTriangle route one hundred from RDU Terminal 1 to the Regional Transit Center and change for GoTriangle route 700 to downtown Durham, or route 800 to downtown Chapel Hill. Please, go to the Port Authority Welcome Center on the arrivals of every airport terminal for additional details about taxi companies at LaGuardia Airport in case of any doubt. No Data. The most comfy for these with luggage is by taxi or personal shuttle. Examine the schedule in advance, but trains start leaving around 4:30am. Obtainable area for luggage is proscribed. Test the schedule upfront, but trains start leaving around 4:30am. Gentle. Journey mild. . ground transportation lga to manhattan to Newark Airport. Travel to LaGuardia is restricted to hitching a ride with a pal or relative, a dear cab, or taking one in every of two bus traces - every possibility, prone to site visitors jams.

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10 Places To Stay In Kerala That Feel Like Home - Updated 2023

Historically referred to as Keralam, Kerala is a kingdom in South India. It is situated on the Malabar Coast. With the Arabian Sea in the West, the Western Ghats towering 500 - 2,seven-hundred metres (1,640 - 8,858 ft) inside the east and surrounded through forty four rivers, Kerala is one of the few states in the world that has such particular geographical functions. These capabilities bring about its repute as a pinnacle traveler vacation spot in Asia. Discover the serenity of Kerala with our Kerala tour from Ahmedabad, where vibrant culture meets tranquil backwaters. Let us take you on a seamless journey from Ahmedabad, unlocking the beauty of God's Own Country at every step.

With lush rolling hills and uncommon flora and fauna, sprawling plantations and paddy fields plus traditional Ayurvedic health massages, it's miles no wonder that Kerala is popular amongst both Indian nationals and tourists as a vacation vacation spot. Don’t forget about to check the pinnacle 15 things to do in Kerala that might make your experience even greater magical!

If you go to this wonderland, you’re going to want an area to stay. A vicinity in Kerala that looks like domestic faraway from domestic. Check out the pinnacle 10 locations to live in Kerala that would provide you with the nearby enjoy!

1. Trident Cochin (from INR 2,748)

Take a dip inside the pool, or experience the in-house Ayurvedic massage, a neighborhood subculture in Kerala.

Trident Cochin gives Ayurvedic spa treatments, out of doors swimming pools, and a health centre for guests to enjoy and take in the enjoyable surroundings of the hotel. Definitely one of the poshest lodges round Cochin, the air-conditioned guest rooms and suites enjoy a garden or pool view.

Suites encompass a separate residing room, fitting of the 5-megastar belongings. The Trident Cochin is a 20-minute pressure from Cochin’s business district and the railway station.

If required, day trips and car leases may be arranged on the tour table.

2. Ramada Cochin Resort (from INR 3,747)

Just a 5-minute stroll from Kumbalam Lake, Ramada Resort boasts stunning rooms that come with beautiful views of Kerala’s nation-state, Kumbalam Lake, and lush tropical gardens.

The rooms are spacious with high ceilings, great bedding, and fine furnishing. Other than admiring the view, visitors also can spend some time pampering themselves with the rubdown and splendor remedies offered by the in-residence spa.

A 1-hour power from Cochin International Airport, it is near visitor sights like Santa Cruz Cathedral, the Jain Temple, and Mattancherry Palace.

3. The Panoramic Getaway

With a rooftop outdoor swimming pool with panoramic perspectives of the rolling hills and mountains, The Panoramic Getaway is located inside the scenic hills of Munnar.

Free high-velocity Wi-Fi is offered in public areas of the property and each room is equipped with cable TV and a balcony for guests to enjoy the views from the room.

With a 24-hour front desk provider, unfastened parking, and excursion desks on the reception vicinity, what's there not to love approximately Panoramic Getaway? It’s a real view-worthy getaway.

4. Vivanta by using Taj Malabar (from INR five,829)

Imagine staying on a houseboat, a mixed fruit juice in hand and the waves rushing by means of … you could revel in that at Vivanta by Taj Malabar.

Combining colonial-style Victorian appeal and sublime current designs, this 5-superstar luxury resort gives visitors with a luxurious spa, a landscaped pool, and a 24-hour fitness centre. Overlooking Cochin Harbour, it is not difficult to look why that is one of those motels you wouldn’t mind splurging on.

Featuring traditional interiors, nicely-supplied rooms with wooden-beamed ceilings and fine wood fittings, the Vivanta via Taj Malabar is one of the most classic but cutting-edge resorts around.

Located 1 kilometre (zero.6 miles) from the town centre and 15 kilometres (9 miles) from Cochin’s major shopping drag, the motel offers complimentary parking so guests have no trouble finding their automobile an area within the inn as well.

Pamper yourself with the enjoyable frame scrubs, Indian massages, and in-house beauty salon, because, you are really worth it!

5. Crowne Plaza Kochi (from INR 4,080)

The high priced Crowne Plaza in Kochi, a nicely-installed motel chain, offers fashionable and present day rooms with perspectives of the backwaters and the colourful town.

All rooms are prepared with an ergonomic paintings vicinity, flat display satellite TV, and minibar for absolute comfort whether or not you’re here for work or play. Private lavatories consist of a tub, shower, and bathrobes. Recreation facilities on the resort encompass a decorated out of doors pool and extensive spa remedies for guests.

The 24-hour handy gymnasium centers and reception allow visitors to choose their very own exercising timings and searching for help if wanted at any time of the day.

The in-house eating place, Mosaic Restaurant, functions a breakfast buffet and traditional Kerala food.

6. The Malabar House

Tastefully furnished rooms within the historic coronary heart of Cochin, the outdoor pool overlooking tropical views is most effective one of the beauties of this region.

Just three kilometres (1.Nine miles) from the antique marketplace at Jew Town, Malabar House sits contrary India’s oldest church, the beautiful St. Francis Church.

Located 45 kilometres (28 miles) from Cochin Airport and an hour’s force from Vembanad Lake, it is an appropriate vicinity to revel in central Cochin.

The individually-designed rooms exhibit Indian craftworks and pleasant pastels. Each room has an connected private balcony wherein you could lounge and spend the evening searching at the stars. Additionally, traditional Ayurvedic rubdown is obtainable here at the salon and in-house spa.

If guests require, the staff at Malabar House are usually willing to offer assistance regarding travel locations, bike condominium, or maybe laundry services, assisting guests to have a cozy stay.

7. Purity at Lake Vembanad (from INR 16,238)

Situated on the shorelines of Lake Vembanad, Purity Hotel gives an out of doors swimming pool, a spa, a health centre, and a rub down parlour for visitors to loosen up and pamper themselves.

Located 10 kilometres (6 miles) from Kurarakom Bird Sanctuary and the lovely Marari Beach, visitors will don't have any problem locating sights across the resort to visit.

Services which includes laundry and dry cleaning are provided.

8. Hycinth by using Sparsa (from INR 4,164)

Chic, cutting-edge and easy, Hycinth By Sparsa is positioned in bustling Trivandrum. With an outdoor swimming pool and attractions as close as three hundred metres (984 ft) away, what’s not to like about this hotel?

Rooms at Hycinth are prepared with a flat-display screen TV, air-conditioning, and a minibar. The artistic touches are an exciting factor of the inn’s personality. By combining smooth sunglasses and loud colorings, visitors are brought into the playful environment that objectives to excite and engage.

As a top rate boutique lodge, it pursuits to revolutionise the manner human beings see lodges and work closer to progressive designs that cater to the needs of the visitors, with practicality over-fancy and outlandish designs.

Hycinth By Sparsa is one of the cheaper options on this list for lodging in Kerala, however it honestly does no longer scrimp on luxurious. If you’re on a budget or simply need something simple, strive out Hycinth and you may no longer be upset.

Hycinth offers an experience that surely remains with you in the course of your holiday.

9. Manaltheeram Ayurveda Beach Village (from INR five,080)

You might also experience like you are on a Hobbit filming website online at this beach village that looks as if it popped out of a fairytale.

Manaltheeram Ayurveda Beach Village enjoys one of the pleasant natural settings in South India’s Kerala. Nestled on a hillside facing the well-known Kovalam Beach, it prides itself on its Ayurvedic spa and outdoor pool centers.

Housed in circular cottages, rooms are absolutely ventilated with the fresh seashore air and include a fan for the warmer summer time days. Attached bathrooms include bathe facilities for visitors’ comfort.

The key to this old fashioned village lies in the signature Ayurvedic spa that features private treatment rooms with five expert Ayurvedic doctors and over 50 therapists. Self-contained cottages and rooms offer relaxing treatment options, oil treatments, and beauty offerings.

Definitely a have to-strive for its famous Ayurvedic rubdown, guests can also partake in yoga training or set up day journeys on the tour table. If rubdown and panoramic perspectives are your component, Manaltheeram is the place for you!

10. Old Lighthouse Bristow (from INR 9,326)

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Old Lighthouse Bristow is a ancient assets surrounded with lush greenery and the large Arabian Sea. With direct get entry to to Fort Cochin Beach, you could tick that appeal off your list each day with pristine seashores just a stone’s throw away. The panoramic perspectives also are beautiful.

The rooms are embellished in distinct color themes, with each room equipped with a non-public lavatory and bathe centers. Embark on an unforgettable voyage Kerala trip package from Ahmedabad, where lush landscapes and cultural richness await. Our curated tour promises a seamless blend of adventure and relaxation, ensuring every moment is a postcard-worthy memory.

Guests are welcome to relax within the pool’s warm bath, or take a journey to massage heaven with an Ayurvedic rub down. Additionally, the Lighthouse Lounge serves up snacks and liquids through the pool, becoming for a chilled day looking the waves pass through.

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gravelish · 2 years

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Wise River to Dillon (Day 6)

29 June 2022

What an amazing early morning ride up the Big Hole River toward Wise River! It completely made up for the tough riding yesterday afternoon and the unappealing campsite last night.

I was surprised when I saw a pair of cyclists coming the other direction and even more surprised when were followed by more, some alone and some in groups, strung out over several miles of road. I figured it was a group ride of some sort (none were fully loaded) and sure enough, when I reached Wise River, the rest of their group was milling around, finishing coffee, lined up at the bathroom, or getting their bikes tuned (the idea of a dedicated mechanic is sort of appealing). It was an ACA group riding from Bozeman to Missoula, following some of my route (albeit backwards). I chatted for a bit before turning south up the Pioneer Byway, where my thoughts wandered to the notion of someday trying a supported ride!

The ride south on Pioneer Byway was pleasant, despite the long gradual climb. Pavement was good and traffic was sparse. This paved section is one of the more luxurious parts of the Great Divide Mountain Bike Route, but also a frequent segment of other rides in western Montana and I think sometimes a variation on the cross-country Trans Am route, which it intersects. The only problem on the Pioneer Byway was another flat just as I reached the top - fortunately there was a picnic table in the shade (which never happens when one has a flat tire). It turns out this puncture was yet another legacy of the tire disaster on Day 3, so despite the pleasant ride down the other side, I was getting really nervous about more surprises on the desolate roads that I had planned over the next couple of days.

After fixing the flat I continued a couple of miles to Elkhorn Hot Springs, where I got a good cheeseburger (despite clear staffing issues and signs of disrepair). The only other folks in the restaurant were a European couple riding the GDMBR and using the Wi-Fi to talk to friends at home. The Pioneer Byway ends with a left turn onto MT 278, where one is briefly on both the eastbound Trans Am (Astoria OR to Yorktown VA) and the southbound GDMBR (Banff AB to Antelope Wells NM). The GDMBR turns off in a few miles toward Bannock (I will rejoin it in a couple of days west of Yellowstone). But I’ve chosen to stick to pavement and the Trans Am Route to Dillon (and actually for the next two days). The problem with getting to Dillon, where I had made a motel reservation, was that there’s a big hill (Badger Pass) before the final downhill into the town.

The condition of my tires was really weighing on me. I had planned on taking Blacktail Road from Dillon into the area Rock Lakes area and rejoining the GDMBR, but I was getting nervous. That’s a lot of gravel and some long empty roads. I called a local bike guy (thanks for talking to me, Joe B.) and based on his advice, decided to stick to pavement (and less remote roads) for awhile. One neat aspect of taking the Trans Am route is that I get to fill in a little of the gap that I left on my 2019 cross-country ride (albeit in the other direction).

#bike journal #bike #montana

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bestspotsforwanderlusts · 2 years

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Top 5 places to visit in Trivandrum

1.Padmanabhaswamy Temple

The Pamanabhaswamy temple located in Thiruvananthapuram, the capital of Kerala. It is a popular Hindu temple, known as the 'Thiru-Ananthapadmanabhaswamy temple'. It is positioned inside the fort of Thiruvananthapuram. Lord Maha Vishnu is the diety of the temple. The temple is built in the style of ‘Cheran’ architecture with high walls and sixteenth century gopura. The name of city ‘Thiruvananthapuram' is also a refferal to the temple (THIRU+ANANTHA+PURAM).It was a famous temple since the period of TRAVANCORE MAHARAJA. The principal deity Padmanabhaswamy (Vishnu) is enshrined in the "Anantha Shayana" posture, the eternal yogic sleep on the infinite serpent Adi Shesha. The temple was built by king Marthanda Varma. It is maintained by Travancore royal family.

Getting there

Nearest railway station: Thiruvananthapuram Central, about 1 km away

Nearest airport: Trivandrum International Airport, about 6 km away

2.Ponmudi

Ponmudi is a hill station located in the Trivandrum district of Kerala. It is also known as Kashmir of Kerala. Briefly painting a picture, It is located 22km west of Vithura town, 53 km north-east of Trivandrum City, 78 km south-east of Varkala town and 69 km north-east of Kovalam Beach at an altitude of 1,100 m. Ponmudi hill, a part of the western ghats, runs parallelly to the Arabian sea. The average temperature ranges between 18 to 25 degrees Celcius.A weekend drive to Ponmudi is among the excellent methods to spend time in the city. Families and pals alike are acknowledged to go on lengthy drives up the winding paths for a view they insist opponents any different in the State. A giant quantity of rare flowers and fauna can be viewed right here consisting of mountain flowers, wild orchids and individual butterflies. Getting there Nearest railway station: Thiruvananthapuram, about 61 km away Nearest airport: Trivandrum International Airport, about sixty seven km away

3.Kovalam

Kovalam is an internationally renowned beach with three adjacent crescent beaches. It has been a favorite hang-out of tourists for the reason that the 1930s. A huge rocky promontory on the seashore has created a stunning bay of calm waters ideal for sea bathing.The seaside complex includes a string of finances cottages, Ayurvedic fitness resorts, convention facilities, shopping zones, swimming pools, Yoga and Ayurvedic rub down centres. Accommodation services for vacationers at Kovalam range from five famous person resorts to finances motels and the preference of meals accessible at eating places and cafeterias vary from Continental sorts to South Indian delicacies. Thiruvananthapuram, the capital town of Kerala, is simply 16 km away from Kovalam and getting there is no hassle. But if you are on excursion it is higher to continue to be in Kovalam and visit the city. Getting there Nearest railway station: Thiruvananthapuram Central, about 16 km Nearest airport: Trivandrum International Airport, about 10 km

4.Varkala

Varkala, a calm and quiet hamlet, lies on the outskirts of Thiruvananthapuram district. It has quite a few traveller sights that consist of a stunning beach, a 2000-year-old Vishnu Temple and the Ashramam - Sivagiri Mutt a little distance from the beach.51 km north of Thiruvananthapuram town in Thiruvananthapuram district and 37 km south of Kollam, south Kerala. The Papanasam Beach (also referred to as as Varkala Beach), which is ten kilometers away from Varkala, is renowned for a herbal spring. Which is regarded to have medicinal and curative properties. A dip in the holy waters at this seaside is believed to purge the physique of impurities and the soul of all sins; hence the name 'Papanasam Beach'.Varkala affords awesome lodging facilities for tourists and is fast turning into a popular health inn with many Ayurvedic massage centres.

Getting there

Nearest railway station: Varkala, about 3 km away

Nearest airport: Trivandrum International Airport, about 57 km away

5.Veli Tourist Village

The Veli Tourist Village which lies the place the Veli Lake meets the Arabian Sea gives for unique boating and picnicking opportunities. Visitors can employ pedal boats or paddleboats as per their convenience. One can also roam the gardens and have a exceptional picnic or select to employ the boats for the entire duration of the trip. The view and sense of the place is extraordinarily unique, considering it is merely 12 kms from the capital metropolis of Thiruvananthapuram. Children are known to have a lot of exciting mountaineering the sculptures here and the speedboat ride throughout the waters. A separate Children’s Park and Floating Cafe run by Kerala Tourism Development Corporation (KTDC) are added incentives to go to this special village.

Timing: 8 AM to 6.30 PM

Ticket Rates Adult - Rs. 20/- (Above 12 years) Children - Rs. 5/- (Admit One - Between 5 to 12 years) Family - Rs. 40/- (Admit Four - 2 Adults + 2 Children) Group - Rs. 200/- (35 Students + 2 Teachers)

Getting there

Nearest railway station: Thiruvananthapuram Central, about 8 km

Nearest airport: Trivandrum International Airport, about 3 km

#top5touristplace #padmanabhaswamy #ponmudi #kovalam #varkala #velitouristvillage

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