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Old run down motel, Gallup, New Mexico, Mad and Magic Raving April 2013. Leica M6, Tri-X

After a long day of driving and then a search for a cheap place to stay in Gallup, we ended up in a very old motel that provided a smorgasbord of surreal and funny experiences. Every item in the the entirely brown room with woodpanels on the walls told a tale of time standing still for decades. The room heater was a highly effective big toaster mounted on a wall. The bathroom had clearly reached its peak in the 1950s. And staring into the parking lot was a never ending source of fun, as some very diverse characters and vehicles arrived or departed this pocket of time.

From stretches of sunny straight roads mixed with unexpected dark, twisted turns that change the journey – life on the road is a funny creature and it is supposed to be. Always, onwards and forwards, as Tolkien said: “still round the corner there may wait a new road or a secret gate” – or a random and hilarious time-traveling motel room.


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8 thoughts on “Time-travel in Gallup, New Mexico

  1. Charlene 4 years ago

    “From stretches of sunny straight roads mixed with unexpected dark, twisted turns that change the journey”

    Life is a road/journey/expedition/quest. No matter how we try and fortify ourselves with routines and thick walls, we can’t force predictability, or keep the darkness out when it hits.

    So we might as well make the most of it in the way only we know how 🙂

    1. Flemming Bo Jensen 4 years ago

      Yes, yes! Making the most of every moment, making magic happen, embracing every second of the time given to us 😀

  2. Jorge Ledesma 4 years ago

    Eerie for sure. The narrative reminds of a place in Alexandria, Louisiana I visited for an evening. First, I got drop off at the airport which was about 1 block size. I got picked up in a 70’s brown limousine, got offered some whiskey on the road to my hotel/motel, saw the drivers gun (an african american lady with a gloc) all whilst chatting in gignormous limousine with not left seat on the back and a staunch smell of 1 million burnt cigarettes. I tell people and they still don’t believe me.

    Epic story, would love to see a pic.

    Cheers Fleming,
    Jorge Ledesma