This is Kristi, right after I convinced her that she looks great in these pink fairy-wings. I think she really does! She just didn't wanted to put this glittery fake-floral-wreath on her head. What a shame!!!
Yeay, this is my taste! This creepy green angel with the blond wig & pink flowers summarizes Bisbee pretty well: everythin's normal here, except for those things that are normal elsewhere. Does that make sense? Whatever - I love it!
After the 1000 stairs-walk Kristi and I walked probably another 500 stairs to find souvenirs (like snake vertebrae or dead cacti...), try on Halloween-costumes and finally get our stomachs fed with some enchiladas & guacamole.
Irgendwas in diesem Bild erinnert mich an Georg. Hm. Was er vermutlich frevelhaft findet. Aber ich hab ja wie immer Recht, ne, Mister Barber?...:)
Bisbee is home to a threatened species: real oldschool hippies. I had to censor the left part of this capture for good reasons...
Bisbee is beautiful: this little artist town is located 2 hours southeast of Tucson. Every house looks different, the gardens are very colorful and have a lot of interesting old stuff incorporated like bikes, headbords, car doors,...
Last Saturday I didn´t know what I got into. Unfortunately it was too late to get out of this, so I joined Kristi for this ridiculous event and up 1000 stairsteps for some kind of charity. Well, yes - went - other people ran, of course...
This chair is entirely made up from bones. As you can imagine, I liked it a lot. But Karin still seems to be a bit sceptical, doesn't she?
Impressive thunderstorms escorted us home to Tucson. You should have seen the gorgeous lightnings!!!
Dieser schnuffige Kater hat uns beim improvisier-ten Abendessen auf nem exklusiven Bergbalkon besucht. Nachdem ich ihm nen Kartoffel-chip gegeben hab, hat er sich anstandslos kraulen lassen. So sinse, die Katers:)
As you can see, time goes slow in Bisbee. We took a little hike, sat down in a nice coffee shop, petted some pugs which wanted to eat up my blue potatoe chips and spent some time recovering from the eventful day.
After all the fake cowboys and gunfights in Tombstone we really enjoyed the laid-back atmosphere of Bisbee. In addition, it's always a little cooler in Bisbee than in Tombstone or Tucson, because it is built in higher elevation in the mountains.
Since Phoenix and Tucson have their "A" mountains, Bisbee has a "B" mountain. Mr. Barber findets maupfe.
Ich will's ja gar nicht abstreiten. Ja, ich habe eine gewisse Schwaeche fuer Tote. Muss ich deshalb in Therapie? Nee, lieber auf'n Friedhof! Auf dem Boothill Graveyard gibt's alles, was das makabre Herz erfreut: Wasserleichen, Erschossene, Erstochene, Erhaengte, Moerder und Selbstmoerder. Und nett hergerichtet sind die Graeber auch obendrein. Was will man mehr?
Also waehrend Mr. Barber gerade hemmungs-los dem Western-rausch verfaellt, beginnt mir langsam zu daemmern, warum der wilde Westen so frauenlos war. All diese dreckigen, o-beinigen, unzivilisierten Lederheinzis, die andauernd unkontrolliert um sich ballern - nee, nee, das ist ja wie Maennerkindergarten. Da kann man ja nur die Flucht ergreifen...
Here we can see Mr. Barber right before his wondrous cowboy-metarmorphosis. Strange things are going to happen, so wait and see...
This is approximately the 5th gunfight we have witnessed since our visit to Trail Dust Town. Now we are cured!
