TMG51
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Came over to the Slabs for the weekend. Figured I'd post a few pictures and details for anyone who hasn't been.
I picked up a French exchange student on the way. He had a grant from his university to come to the States and study people living the vehicle life, and as part of that he wanted to see the Slabs, so I gave him a ride. My new foreign friend and I took a more outgoing approach than most here; we just walked around at night to anyone with a fire out and struck up conversation. Since we were drinking rum we were drawn to the giant fluorescent blinking red man off in the distance and walked over to see what was going on. We later realized this meant we were stumbling into the private backyard of East Jesus but whatever, and we asked first.
The only real rules that seem to be practiced by the locals are 1) if you mark off a piece of land (with beer bottles, old tires or whatever else you have) it becomes yours as long as you're occupying it, and 2) don't cross into a marked plot without permission. So, at the base of the fluorescent red man I called out to someone before crossing over the marked plot and asked if it was cool if we came to say hi. We got the clear and partied with these folks all night. Everywhere we went people offered us booze and, err, edibles. I accepted only the alcohol. And I did that in spite of it being mixed out of sight. Frenchie however got real high and chased by dogs in the dark and got scared and left after only one night. I have not felt at all threatened while here. In cities where I think I might need protection, I carry a thumping bar around when I walk at night. I've felt no need to carry that here. I've gone in several locals' homes without concern.
There is a library, internet cafe, hostel, public stage / night club, skate park, and other facilities. Most all communal areas and permanent homes are made of burnt out vehicle husks, trash, and old military structures. The locals are a mix of travelers, artists, squatters and sun-baked druggies. The tweeker population is mostly kept to one side of town and not welcome in communal areas.
There is a bombing range still used by the military only a mile or so away. It was active Friday night.
A sand storm came through today, followed by a rain shower, and ending in a double rainbow over the slabs. How often does that happen!
Here are some pictures I took, and a link to more below. Feel free to ask questions as it's hard to describe them all.
See more pictures at this album link:
Footnote: Although I said I don't feel threatened here, I did hear that a girl got stabbed last week, and I've been privy to some local rivalries including vandalism of property. But this stuff happens in any city. I find common sense is still what counts here and I do feel safe.
I picked up a French exchange student on the way. He had a grant from his university to come to the States and study people living the vehicle life, and as part of that he wanted to see the Slabs, so I gave him a ride. My new foreign friend and I took a more outgoing approach than most here; we just walked around at night to anyone with a fire out and struck up conversation. Since we were drinking rum we were drawn to the giant fluorescent blinking red man off in the distance and walked over to see what was going on. We later realized this meant we were stumbling into the private backyard of East Jesus but whatever, and we asked first.
The only real rules that seem to be practiced by the locals are 1) if you mark off a piece of land (with beer bottles, old tires or whatever else you have) it becomes yours as long as you're occupying it, and 2) don't cross into a marked plot without permission. So, at the base of the fluorescent red man I called out to someone before crossing over the marked plot and asked if it was cool if we came to say hi. We got the clear and partied with these folks all night. Everywhere we went people offered us booze and, err, edibles. I accepted only the alcohol. And I did that in spite of it being mixed out of sight. Frenchie however got real high and chased by dogs in the dark and got scared and left after only one night. I have not felt at all threatened while here. In cities where I think I might need protection, I carry a thumping bar around when I walk at night. I've felt no need to carry that here. I've gone in several locals' homes without concern.
There is a library, internet cafe, hostel, public stage / night club, skate park, and other facilities. Most all communal areas and permanent homes are made of burnt out vehicle husks, trash, and old military structures. The locals are a mix of travelers, artists, squatters and sun-baked druggies. The tweeker population is mostly kept to one side of town and not welcome in communal areas.
There is a bombing range still used by the military only a mile or so away. It was active Friday night.
A sand storm came through today, followed by a rain shower, and ending in a double rainbow over the slabs. How often does that happen!
Here are some pictures I took, and a link to more below. Feel free to ask questions as it's hard to describe them all.
See more pictures at this album link:
Footnote: Although I said I don't feel threatened here, I did hear that a girl got stabbed last week, and I've been privy to some local rivalries including vandalism of property. But this stuff happens in any city. I find common sense is still what counts here and I do feel safe.
