The dumpsters in Huntington have been very good to us. If only we had more freegan friends here to share all this deli meat and fruits with, ideally a friend who spent some time around bakery dumpsters, we could have a picnic with more fancy sandwiches than you could shake a stick at and you'd all be invited. This has us thinking about intentional communities and finding like minded people which has brought us to moneyless.org, a "social project about life and about money. The goal is to provide more creative ways to reduce the influence of money on daily life." Also worth a read is trashwiki.org, a "collaborative world wide guide of creating value from trash." here you will find maps of profitable dumpsters, like minded divers, money saving tips and blogs.
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With some time on our hands in Oxford, Mississippi we are uploading some videos from Mississippi all the way back to San Luis Potosi. Check them out and subscribe to our YouTube Channel for more. Usually we don't know where we will stay at night. Coasting along side roads or highways we will shout to each other - there! If we see a suitable wild camping spot. This tried and true camp site acquisition is ideal for rural areas. Other times complete strangers open their backyards, garages, hunting cabins, trailers or guest rooms to these stinky cyclists. Today we found ourselves in Cleveland, Mississippi, a city with overflowing dumpsters and a nice public library but sadly, this touring quartet was not invited into the homes of any of its inhabitants. Yesterday while in the Leland public Library we sent a reques via Warmshowers to spend a night with a host in Cleveland. Unfortunately, as sometimes is the case, our desired host was not available and we found ourselves without a plan. Being still early in the day we hit a few dumpsters and loaded heavy with fruit and donuts we pedalled out of town without any plan. After a bit of bicycling and a fruit eating break, we found ourselves in Ruleville, Mississippi, birth place of civil rights activist Fannie Lou Hamer.
Not wanting to take to the shoulderless Mississippi highway after dark, we turned into town to try another technique, asking the Police. Usually this works fine, the PD gives us permission to camp in a city park or lends us prime real estate on their property. The police in Ruleville said, go next door and talk to Miss Edwards, the Mayor. So I did, miss Edwards asked me where we were from. She asked me why we were riding our bikes around the world, if our dogs bite and how big our tent was and how we were paying to travel around the world in our 4m2 tent. Although the mayor nor the chief of police knew what 4 meters was, I might as well have been speaking Japanese and dont try to make me understand the imperial system. After a thorough interrogation Miss Edwards eloquently asked me. "So what's your Daddy, a doctor or a lawyer?" My Daddy, mam. Is a salesman. We're bringing down racial stereotypes all across North America. I loved bantering with the spunky mayor of Ruleville. She is a sassy lady. I told her that David, the dogs and I were just looking for a safe place to pitch the tent until 7am tomorrow, after my testimony I was instructed to wait outside while Ms. Edwards thought of something. I returned to the other three members of team awesome and had a dumpster apple. The afternoon weather is just right in central Mississippi now and we enjoyed that for a few minutes. A short while later Miss Edwards skipped out of City Hall and shouted across the street at us, relaxing in the shade. "We're putting you up in a hotel". So here we are, washed and watching cable TV with electric light, free ice and air conditioning! To quote Bob Marley, "don't worry about a thing cuz every little thing is gonna be all right." Many thanks to the Ruleville City Hall, especially Miss Edwards and the great staff at the Ruleville Inn. I'm excited to see where we end up tomorrow. |
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