Do you go on a vacation on a bus guided by flag waving travel employees or jump bus and adventure the unknown, alone without map or direction?
Brazil is aflame with gangs on patrol and Mexico is a war zone of warlords. But you are an adventure traveler, looking for dreams and the realization of fantasies that the Travel Channel seems to endlessly feed. You have been waiting a year for your annual vacation, freedom from the slavery of work.
You dont have a summer home for a small part of the year like your neighbors, in fact you dont have much money at all, but you long to walk the craggy valleys of Planet Zena, observe the natives dancing ouga uga dances around a fire tounging on a new moon in hula hula skirts, and awake to find Toto and you beneath a tornados funnel, staring upwards to the holy votex of darkened light. You emerge at the feet of the great wizard with a lightening storm in the distance.
Great wizard you ask, I search for the fantasy vacation, my annual vacation is almost over and I dont have much money anyway. Is there a bus for me?
The wizard pulls some levers and spins some gadgets and gives you the keys, You drive he whispers and...