Death in Mesa Verde and Durango adventures

Alexa here. In the last two weeks Vwan Foodwink has broken down twice, once in Santa Rosa New Mexico (which left us in Taos for four days and out of an ungodly amount of money), and then in Colorado as we attempted to drive to our campsite in Mesa Verde national park. These pictures illustrate our most recent Vwan death march…








After Vwan died we spent a couple of days camping in Mesa Verde waiting for the mechanic to get back to us...





So now we’re in Durango, rescued once again by friends of friends. Our new pal uncle Matt hosted us for an incredible night of fire spinning, singing, and rib smoking in his backyard in downtown Durango. He drove all the way to Mesa Verde at the drop of a hat to pick us up, brought us back to his place where we walked to main street and busked for tourists. While downtown, Linky and I met Chris (gold broker, impromptu manager extraordinaire who made us a sign for CD sales), and Chelsea (a lovely girl traveling back to Fort Collins). We invited them back to Matt’s where Chris supplied us with cloves and we played music and drank Colorado beer (Modus Hoperandi).








As the night rolled on, a number of visitors stopped by. By far the highlight of these visitors was a fellow who introduced himself by slamming his body against the side of the 6-foot fence and lifting his fingers above it asking to be let in while wiggling them in the air. He eventually found the gate and wandered into the backyard so drunk that he could barely walk, and spoke to Anders for about ten minutes in Spanish. Linky and I began singing, and he sang along. His accompaniment consisted of long, loud sustained “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” noises and sporadic verses in Spanish on top of the already existing verses. Along with this accompaniment, he would strike dramatic poses and tell us dirty things in Spanish, and eventually told both me and Linky, “I want to be your boyfriend. Can I be your boyfriend?”





The last song we sang together was a new one, bowl of morning, which refers to Lot's wife being turned into a pillar of salt. When we reached that line, David began yelling “He turned her into salt!” and "Tax!!!!"



Today Anders and I are driving to Salt Lake City to pick up his brother Jakob, who is joining the tour for a few weeks from Denmark. We’re supposedly getting the van back on Monday… we’ll see what the damage is. We’ll be doing an in studio on the radio in Cortez on Monday afternoon, so maybe we can make a plea for help on the air that will encourage folks to buy CDs to support our ridiculous van expenses.

more pictures and thoughts to come....