The Palm Tree Express is a sun-soaked vision of paradise — drawn from real adventures, firsthand accounts, a sometimes unfiltered sense of humor, and a life lived in the shadow of palm trees. This fly-on-the-wall perspective is bolstered with an over-serving of imagery and The Ten Tenets of Paradise. The first-ever blueprint offers a deeper understanding, interpretation, and appreciation of paradise. They dismantle limitations by revealing that paradise isn’t an elusive fantasy but an achievable reality for those simply willing to pursue it.
The tenets are Freedom, Harmony, Chance, Exploration & Adventure, Discovery, Love, The Sea, The Earth, Wonder, and Fusion. Each holds insights that offer clarity and courage for those ready to pursue the life they were meant to live. Readers may break from convention, accept the unpredictability of adventure, and recognize that paradise is not reserved for the rich. Understanding the tenets and their influence can be a watershed moment.
The Palm Tree Express – A Ticket to Paradise is a 140-page journey into the mysteries of paradise. Blending travel, adventure, and philosophy with a dash of irreverent humor, it reveals that paradise isn’t just a pretty place but a perception – an opportunity to enrich one’s life by understanding the possibilities. Weaving together real experiences, tall tales, and surprising wisdom,
he Palm Tree Express takes readers from their armchairs to sun-drenched beaches, offbeat encounters, and the pursuit of a life worth living. It releases one’s spirit like pent-up wild Mustangs breaking free from their corral, invigorated with a newfound sense of limitless possibilities. A mix of storytelling, insight, discovery, and a touch of craziness wrapped in an entertaining and thought-provoking voice.
Who It’s For? It’s for you!
The Palm Tree Express is for travelers, dreamers, the newly retired, and the soon-to-escape. People who wake up each day and think, “There has to be a better way.”
Dare to think outside the cul-de-sac!
Fusion
Fusion with paradise is the ultimate state of everything. You become an element within it. Its energy flows within your body and soul; it is like a supercharger, like tequila in a margarita. It mixes into your bloodstream and can be felt everywhere; your temples tingle as warm winds massage your skin, igniting your imagination and love. Your toes are tickled by the warm, soft, shape-shifting sand as you realize that you no longer dress for protection from the elements but to embrace them.
Paradise pulsates in your heart. Love is as fluid as the crystal blue waters in a tropical sea. Gusts of wind rustle through the palm fronds and carry the scent of coconuts. They are the messengers of sunshine.
Love is no longer a longing; it is the state of your existence — a love affair with nature, with mankind, and with yourself. You are washed and rinsed with appreciation and are humbled by your life. You wouldn’t trade places with anyone.
You instinctually volunteer to steward newcomers. You pick up litter, you make sure people are smiling, and you are gracious with your time. Realization after realization floods your senses like waves hitting the beach. You come to understand that kindness expands your reach; your soul grows with every act of caring and kindness you perform.
You become more whole as traces of you, like fingerprints left by your touch; your kindness integrates the recipients and forms your collective membership in humanity. If you see someone who needs help, you don’t view them as a burden but an opportunity.
Suddenly, there are two oceans in which you exist — the warm, wet one surrounding your body that removes the weight of the world and the main one that you simultaneously embrace as it embraces you. Warm tropical breezes fill your lungs and wrap your body with the feel, sounds, and ambiance of paradise. You are no longer taking up space. It belongs to you, and you it. You know that this is where you are supposed to be, and you marvel at how wonderful life can be.
You have become a person of love and compassion. Your priorities shift — from ruling the world to smiles and laughter. Paradise is like faith; no one can exactly explain it, but you cross over to it somehow, and you live your dream. Welcome to paradise; we have been waiting for you.
“I have been around the world about 40 times, but I have never been where this book can take you. The Palm Tree Express gives you a license to chill.” — 007
“I met Perry one week last June. He came through here with his camera and laptop, a head full of ideas, and his heart full of dreams. We talked at length — or I talked, he mostly listened. He reminded me that you don’t have to go to prison to truly appreciate freedom. What I shared with him, now he shares with you in The Palm Tree Express. Don’t wait — get busy living or get busy dying.” — Andy Dufresne
Perry Stone has always been intrigued by words. He learned early on the difference between bullshit and storytelling was mostly a paycheck. But to be good at either, he understood that the truth must be involved.
When he was fifteen, he penned a one-page story about an alien spaceship he thought he saw. He wasn’t positive, so he wrote it up as what he thought he saw. People were so convinced that he did see an alien craft, they convinced him—and he went to the doctors to find out if he had been “probed.”
He learned words had the power to influence and entertain, and he found a deep passion in “ordering them correctly,” as he put it. He read endlessly, fascinated by the masters, both contemporary and classic. And he noticed a very clear trait in exceptional writers: they lived interesting lives, and they shared these lives with a flair—and, as some might say, a tad more than a bit of bullshit.
Hunter S. Thompson, Ernst Hemingway, Mark Twain, T.C. Boyle, Gabriel García Márquez, Elmore Leonard, James Clavell, and John Steinbeck, to name a few.
He embarked on his own adventures. One day, he quit his job as a stockbroker, hopped on a bicycle, and rode to Southern California. The weather was cold in Vancouver, so he had a friend drop him in Oregon.
As an illegal alien, he earned his license as a commodities broker in Newport Beach. But a good friend of his had fallen in love with a lap dancer and sent Perry to Las Vegas to find her. His boss, somewhat dismayed, fired him.
He formed the first two-person team in the Race Across America, then tried riding 100 miles 100 days in a row—but was run over and left for dead. He recovered by riding over 150,000 kilometers in the torrid heat of Australia—three times—setting records lapping the continent.
Suffering a severe injury, he returned to Canada. Exploring the cold reaches of his homeland didn’t cut it for him, so at age 59, he dropped everything and moved to the Mexican Caribbean, where he still resides in a casa with no address.
There is a tequila secret down south in this part of Mexico. This secret is only whispered late at night on a deserted beach.
Let’s listen in now…
“Oh, Pedro, I don’t have a bathing suit, and I am afraid of the sharks at night.”
Pedro whispers, “Senorita, that is not a problem. I assure you. It is a secret here that those who swim naked after drinking tequila will not be bitten by the sharks. The sharks hate the taste of tequila. It is true on my mother’s soul, I swear.”
The naïve Senorita giggles, “Is that true, Pedro?”
“Well, love, I know the tequila part is, but I am not one hundred percent sure about the no-no to bikinis. But the way I think of it, why take a chance, Sí, Senorita?”
“Hehe, okay, Pedro, hand me the tequila and turn your back to me so I can undress.”
Pedro turns his back on the lovely Senorita and, lying through his grinning teeth, he replies as believably as he can, ‘Sí, Senorita, I will not turn around, I promise.’
Palm Tree Express is now accepting reservations! Reserve your ticket to paradise in advance and receive your bonus! READ Chapter One of Chasing the Coconut Pearl, a race to save the world from some really evil guys!
This is your Captain, D.B. Cooper Jr., speaking. I want to welcome you to flight 420, which will take approximately 13 hours before arriving at the Caribbean island of Sparrow’s Retreat. Interestingly, it’s an island that was purchased as a reward for Captain Jack in appreciation of his ingenuity in recycling rum bottles. At least, that’s what I heard.
The Palm Tree Express is a beautiful, refurbished, vintage DC-3 once owned by Joe Merchant. He often used it to transport small rodents — flying low to a giant organic dildo farm (mostly carrots and cucumbers) owned by someone named Dick Gear — until he falsely reported being hijacked by ME. We replaced the cargo hold and installed passenger windows that open up to let in the tropical air. I paid for the renovations in small, unmarked bills inherited from my father.
For your safety and your desire to remain free and funded, please remember to smoke all of your weed before we arrive at Sparrow’s Retreat. The federales there drive Range Rovers and will be standing ten deep, looking to supplement their income.
It should be a beautiful and eventful flight, but due to a union conflict, we have two Head Stewardesses on our flight today. For a one-hundred-dollar “research fee,” you can learn how they earn their titles and receive an official certificate recognizing your membership in the Mile High Club.
We will maintain an altitude of approximately 10,000 feet and a cruising speed of 200 MPH. We appreciate your patience. In appreciation of you, our fine, discerning passengers, we will not insult you with a seatbelt lesson.
However, because of the relatively low altitude of our flight plan, the capacity of our twin Pratt & Whitney Wasp radial engines, and our limited supply of parachutes, we would sincerely request that only able parachutists purchase our linen. No one else will be able to pull the ripcord before they become shark fodder. However, if the need develops, I will be giving a crash course in their deployment.
Thank you for choosing Palm Tree Express to prop your way to paradise.