Location: Memory Bazaar, Mainland

I teleported into Second Life’s mainland and right away ran into a party store selling a to-scale pyramid and sphinx and another shop selling racy outfits for avatars.  Newcomers are popping in all around me; a few have the first name “Swedish Ambassador.“ For a moment I think it could be a real title.  Sweden was the first nation to open a virtual embassy in Second Life.

Then I see that one “ambassador” is wearing a red sports-car around his waist, like a belt.  He has a punk’s spiked hair and his legs come through the bottom of the car: this is Salvador Dali’s interpretation of Fred Flintstone.

Newbie: he found a free car in one of the Sandboxes (this concept merits its own entry) and has not figured out how to drive it yet.

Oh, yeah. I’m going to love this place.  I have found my first free item (more on this later, too): a cup of coffee. Time to sip and walk around with the Anime ninjas, fuzzy animals, Goth lords and ladies, and bland, bone-stock avatars just off Orientation Island.

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