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I headed to the outskirts of the city, looking out at the long rows of hotels and motels on the beach side and the small apartment complexes on the other side. As I flew near the bridge leading in and out of the city, I spotted something very colorful underneath it. I was curious enough to go and have a look.

Upon closer inspection it was a very brightly-painted van parked in the shade under the bridge. And by 'brightly,' I mean decorated with huge, multicolored flowers and peace signs. It was a hippie van! I touched down a few meters away from it, realizing it was on and had music playing. Hits of the oldies, no less. I looked around carefully to make sure no one was around before making myself visible once again. I then inspected my body, patting myself, making sure I was all there before giving a nod of approval.

I walked up to the van, curiously looking inside. There was a young woman with long, brunette hair laying down in the back seat. She was nodding her head to the song, quie