Every lovely spot near or far, You can reach them too in your car

This is pretty much the car of my dreams, hence the glamor shot to start things off. Although I didn't really believe it at first, a car is pretty necessary for the island. Nothing is especially close and it rains frequently and without warning. So I broke down and bought this lovely '96 Toyota Tacoma. I got it from a Samoan guy named Anthony, who fixed the windows for me [they didn't roll up] and the doors [couldn't open them from the inside.] The price was right and the steering is loose.



No, my driveway isn't on a slope, my car just likes to chill like that.

Sweet Mother McAuley! Have you ever seen bigger rust holes!? Do I work for the Chief Justice of the High Court, hell yeah I do! I entreaty all blog viewers to click on this picture and experience this monstrosity in its full glory. Here's what the Tacoma used to look like before its rumble in the jungle. And the bumper sticker on the back..."Army of One"...pretty fitting for this survivor.

"Carr Gomm: Can you imagine the kind of life he must have had?
Dr Frederick Treves: Yes, I think I can.
Carr Gomm: I don't think so. No one could possibly imagine it! I don't believe any of us can!"