i think there's a man in the trunk (edited)

Have you ever heard that urban legend about the lady getting chased in her car? Y'know, and the car is frantically beeping at her and flashing the lights...because there's a guy in her back seat. Well.

This just happened {part of it anyway}.We pulled over, they beeped as they went past, we checked the back of the car. No problem, right? WRONG. The other girls have obviously never heard this legend because they never checked the BOOT!!! And for obvious reasons I was too embarrassed to ask. I've spent the last 45 minutes staring at a car trunk from the back seat. I'm not sure what I'm expecting to happen, like the dude's gonna hop out as we're doing 70 down a motorway but you never know. You just never know.

Our road trip to Whistler was great, it was amazing to be back again. I got to relive my near-death-by-bear memories as I stood outside our hotel lobby and told the story of how I narrowly escaped a mauling as it ran through our lobby as I exited the elevator. It was really pretty too.

It was freezing cold but crisp and dry and the sky was clear. 

Perfect.

PROCRASTINATION.

Today I'm supposed to be sorting out my room, and looking up how to get a friggin' US visa but as you can see I've failed and chose to gawk at pretty pictures instead.

{photos from pinterest}

{Whistler} 

I've never done a winter sport in my life but  I would liken skiing to cycling down a steep hill with no brakes (something I do quite regularly but only to see how far I can get before I hit the brakes, and also because I don't want to be outdone by my crazy mother).

'Skiing' and 'death' are synonymous to me but part of travelling is trying things you've never tried before so never say never.

{photos from pinterest}

{The Deep South}Maybe I watch too much TV but when I think of the southern states I see flapper dresses and pearls and dancing and other pretty things. Although I'm fully aware that in reality people actually ride around on horses, run through corn fields, finish every sentence with "y'all" and 'Sweet Home Alabama' is played on repeat err-where.

 I hope my stereotypes are right because I have a couple plaid shirts I'd like to put to good use.

Lx