| Slept at Mid America center last night. |
[18 Jul 2009|11:28am] |
I set up the tent next to a "Team Road Apple". It's their 2nd RAGBRAI and looks like they decided to go all out with a horse trailer full of bicycles and a support driver/cook an hand. Someone I ran into this morning said 70% of riders are part of a team. I noticed a "Team Crude" nearby too who are in a big modified school bus. Lots of people take their RAGBRAI real seriously.
I haven't seen a whole lot of partying yet. At the Ribfest the only beer available was the worst possible. We're talking Bud Light as the best of the bunch. I guess most of these bike riders are trying hard not to get dehydrated by drinking such swill as Michelob Ultra. ewwww. Geez. make mine water. Well I guess it's better off if I don't drink anyway.
Anyways I took some pictures at the Ribfest and Hairball show last night. Also included are a few snaps I took in good old Omaha the last couple of days.
Here have a look.
The Ribfest is already underway today. I made sure to skip breakfast so I could try more than one sample of ribs. Last night all I could get down was Awesome Aussie. They had a nice raspberry bbq sauce, but no exotic meats were available. Also a WARNING: VERY HOT sauce was on hand, but I thought it was just nicely hot.
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[16 Jul 2009|06:32am] |
I've been in Omaha Nebraska for a couple of days. Council Bluffs too, but more of Omaha. Yesterday was the first time I ever rode a bike in Nebraska.
Yesterday I got a new chain and new cassette (gears on the back wheel). I might have to go back to that bike shop today to have them look at it cause it's skipping already. Maybe all I have to do is reseat the back wheel. I'll have a look at that when I'm more awake. While I was in Council Bluffs, I met a native american indian guy named darnell who says he used to live in Omaha but moved to CB cause he got shot. He says: it's more expensive, but safer. He used to do long distance biking a lot too before he got shot in the leg. He used to ride to Kansas...now he pretty much rides around Council Bluffs only.
There is a cool pedestrian bridge they just finished last fall that goes between Council Bluffs and Omaha. Riding over that bridge was the only time I truly regretted forgetting my camera at Spencer's house. Maybe I'll do a ride over there today to get it. It's like a 10 mile each way ride. Not a bad idea really and I could do it right after rush hour.
Slept at Spencer's girlfriend Elise's house the last 2 nights in a room with a ferret. Some people say the little guy stinks but I can't smell him. Lots of animals here. 2 dogs, a parrot, tanks of fish...There's a guy named Dave from Arkansas who lives here too who's pretty cool. Elise owns a bar called Bones but I haven't been there yet. Maybe tonight. Also there's a beer snob beer bar I want to check out called Crescent Moon. So many bars, so little time...
I hear Omaha has a good zoo. I might go today.
Yesterday I ate breakfast at 11worth cafe. Geez! They take their rare steak seriously! I had to send mine back to get cooked some more. This is almost unheard of, but hey it was still CHEWY! Also their hash browns were delightfully NOT GREASY.
Ribfest starts tonight in Council Bluffs but I may wind up not going til tomorrow.
I'm getting a real nice tan. I should start going shirtless again since I probably gave my back enough of a rest from the sun already and I don't want a dreaded Farmer Tan.
Anyways, I'm needing a shower. After that, I might just zip across town and get my camera...
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[13 Jul 2009|04:48pm] |
I took some pictures! Click the hawk...
Someone wanted me to take pictures of his friend's father's big yellow house on the corner. As it turns out, the neighbors did not like this and somebody called the cops! Being 1/4 from the courthouse, a cop was on the scene in seconds. Needless to say I am not going to be camping in the yard, although I am not in any kind of trouble. I may ride the rest of the way to Council Bluffs as early as tomorrow. Better chance of finding a good bar there, or across the river in Omaha...
ETA uploading picture was so easy it makes me want to hold onto my laptop for a while longer...
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| RIP solar charger |
[13 Jul 2009|11:09am] |
Just as I was leaving, my water bottle shifted on my oversize load and knocked my solar charger onto the roadside. As I can't hardly just ditch my well over 100 pound bike, I had to find a wall to lean it on at a nearby Dairy Queen. not 45 seconds later I made it back to the charger only to find some idiot had already run it over and it was in pieces all over the road. *sigh* I only got to use it once, maybe twice. $85 down the drain. And now I have no address to order a new one. Now I must leave my phone turned off at all times, unless I need to call someone. Just as well: this way no one can bother me.
Speaking of which, I am really not feeling this whole live blogging thing any more. No offense to anyone here, but I tired of feeling bad about not taking any pictures, and feeling like I have to force out an entry when I am dog tired after a long long day. One thing I need is a front basket, so I can put things I want available like a camera. It's just too much trouble to stop, take my load apart, take a picture, and repack. I could just slip it under the net but hey it might get run over by some idiot like my solar charger did. Also a front basket would be a good spot for maps, phone, and a notebook. I need to lose weight off my bike, and one of the first things to go will be the laptop. It amazes me how much it weighs when I lift it out of the basket, and how much space it takes up. I could fit a tent, a sleeping bag, AND a blanket in the same spot. Next time I turn on my phone I'm going to figure out who I'm going to send it to for safekeeping.
Also, I need to figure out what else can go. I am not happy with how squeezed my rear tire is. I'm in danger of a pinch puncture between the rim and the road at all times. This is not a happy thought when I'm cruising down a big hill like a bat out of hell, dodging semis on Iowa roads with no shoulder. I'm amazed I've only gone flat once so far. It was a blowout, not a pinch puncture, which seemed to happen because the contact tape inside the rim had slipped, exposing a spoke hole. There was a loud SNAP! followed by grinding noise. No loss of control. I covered the spot with duct tape, as well as another spot where the tape had slipped similarly. I keep putting a little more and a little more air in the tire every so often. If I'm a little overinflated it at least protects me from some of the pinch puncture risk.
Now that I look out my window at the bike with no laptop in it, I am starting to realize that it's all I will need to lose. In fact, the only extra item I'm carrying which I didn't take on the trip out to Minnesota is the laptop...loss of posting convenience, yes, but on that trip I used public libraries for the purpose. I understand in Europe there are fewer wifi hotspots and more internet cafes, so a laptop there will be even more unnecessary of a burden.
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| And then there was an lj update |
[13 Jul 2009|06:44am] |
So Friday I managed to leave town right about exactly at noon. I made it a couple of miles before an issue with my rear brake became obvious. I pulled over and messed with it for a good 45 minutes before I turned around and went back to Renville to salvage brake parts from another bike. Then I got out of there for real at 1:30.
First day I made it about 60 miles. Just beyond a little town called Storden (where there are no stores) I found a spot right next to a cornfield and set up. Huge windmills churned the air a couple of miles away. Very lumpy ground; couldn't ask for a less comfortable spot, but I was too exhausted to move the tent so I went with it. I had to turn over every so often cause my legs kept going numb. Sleeping on my back was out of the question. It took almost an hour to repack my bike and get going. No more getting going quick as a wink like before. I need to work on that. Also one of my tent poles is shot. I knew that before, but I didn't realize just how bad it was. I am in the market for a new tent. It has to be one-man, small, and a dark subdued color. Also my bike headlight has gone missing.
Somehow, the next day, I made it 100 miles. I ate breakfast in Heron Lake at a diner. The waitress had a pretty German mouth. I've noticed quite a few German women have pretty mouths, but I digress. I took a shower at a truck stop just before I passed under I-90 in Worthington. There are no camp stores or bike shops in Worthington, but I was able to grab a new pair of shorts at JCPenny and looked for a tent in Walmart. As I expected, Walmart's tents were all too large and too garishly colored. Maybe I can support that part of the tent by tying off to a brach or my bike? I still have yet to try that out.
Soon I crossed over into Iowa! For some reason they don't have paved shoulders in Iowa. Every once in a while they do, but at least 95% of the time you can count on not having enough shoulder for safety in this state. I started being less picky about water, and taking it from drinking fountains and what not. This way I cannot taste how the sun is degrading the plastic into my water because the taste of the copper pipes is so strong ;)
It was so nice and relatively mosquito free that I spent the night behind a haystack. It was in Cherokee County IA, same name as the county on Kansas where I was once attacked, so I kept having weird dreams about skinheads interspersed incongruously with that "Cherokee People / Cherokee Pride" song which remained stuck in my head long into the next day! I woke and rolled into the town of Cherokee. Here is where Iowa gets hilly. There must be some good drugs in Cherokee, since carloads of kids who have obviously been up all night past the dawn started jeering me out the window! Yelling shit at me out the window with their cell phones held up to their mouth just so they can show off to the other whipper snappers. I had noticed people were a lot less surface friendly than my last trip but had written it off to the economy or maybe I am not as young and good looking as I was 4 years ago, after being aged 15 years by the beet plant. But being jeered and buzzed by 3 or 4 assorted cars and pickup trucks full of high school kids wasted on god knows what, all the while zipping down a steep hill barely in control of a ridiculously overloaded bicycle, is downright unsettling. As it turns out when I found the one diner in town that's open on Sunday morning, a 70 year old lady asked me if I was there looking for those young kids. I was like no..I just want to get something to eat. She thought maybe I was going to go in there and preach to them. Hey.. it was the right day for preaching, but I was not feeling it. It was comforting though to find the old people kind of making fun of the up all night kids about how they were "having a good time" nudge nudge wink wink. ...and not everyone is out to get me.
When I hit the road again I actually saw bicycles! One was a tandem bike even. Up til this point it's all been motorcycles or else bikes strapped onto the back of SUVs. The sky looked ominous, and I rearranged my load so my laptop and camera were not going to get any water on them. Soon I was in for hours of heavy rain! I was a little leery of hilltops. I kept telling myself hey that tree is taller than me, or trying to convince myself lightning is less likely to strike a moving target (is this true?). After a brief reprieve, the second wave of thunderstorm hit and I got a flat tire. I had to unpack my whole load in the rain. As I was just finishing up putting the wheel on, people stopped to help. A couple. It turned out they were going to be on RAGBRAI too! They were part of "Team Postal" and they even had RAGBRAI nicknames: Dirty and Lipstick. I wondered if I was going to need to pick a name besides Bill and Dirty said oh don't worry someone will give you a name. That started me thinking of when I used to go to Rainbow Gatherings. No one ever "gave me a name" so I decided my Rainbow name was Dave and whenever someone asked my name I would tell them "Dave". But I digress. After a mile of so, it turned out I had not properly seated the rear wheel so I had to take everything apart in the rain AGAIN! This time, it was church people who stopped to help just as I was finishing up. The one guy was really taken aback that I had just fixed a flat tire in the rain! The sun was just coming back, and somehow my laptop survived. I have been thinking it's really kind of frivolous to bring a laptop along. I might send it to a relative one of these days. It adds a lot of weight to my load, and I need to pare down. My bike wants to do a wheelie every time I get off of it, and I have to hold it down. It's annoying. When it gets out of my control, the bike stands on its back side and the whole load shifts back so it's even worse, and then I have to unload and repack. My load is worse now than it was in 2005, or else my old blue bike had more weight in the front. Either way, I have to lose weight from my pack.
Speaking of losing weight, I am losing weight first in my face. Also I have kind of a nasty sunburn from yesterday when the rain washed off my sunscreen and I waited too long to put it back on. I feel like I've spent the last 3 days strapped into an ass kicking machine, as I am not used to being on a bike seat for extended periods in a row any more. Also for some reason my whole body is super sore today after sleeping in a real bed. I need ibuprofens!
Oh yeah a real bed. I heard it was supposed to storm again in the night so I stopped in Denison IA and found the 3rd Ho Hum Motel I've ever seen. One in NE Ohio, one in Burlington VT, now here. They are not a chain, and the lady at the desk was surprised to hear there were other Ho Hum Motels anywhere. The owners bought it from some Germans 35 years ago and it already was called Ho Hum.
My next stop is Harlan IA. It's only about 25 miles away so I am not in a huge hurry to get going. It's supposed to storm in the afternoon so I want to head out before too much longer, say by mid morning. Chances are, I'll be there until the middle of the week.
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| last day of Renville |
[10 Jul 2009|10:27am] |
Geez. I was hoping to leave here at dawn. It'll be more like noon.
Van is sold. :) That is mostly why I'm still here. The rest of the reason is, as soon as I knew I was going to be here til 8 or 9 I started putting things off til tomorrow. After all I had 2 hours of light before I left to get everything done. It turned into more like 4.
Centurytel weren't fucking around turning off my internets today. I figured I'd have them at least til I left, but NO! At 5:30 am *BAM*! No more internets radio. No more connection. I must have been first on the to do list! So now I am taking a break from cleaning, at Java Junction, Renville's coffee shop, using their wifi. I was hoping to say good bye to Nadia who works here, but we missed each other. I'll have to tell someone to tell her I said bye.
On another note, my snail mail did arrive. I got them to hold the PO box for Matt since he is probably coming back for harvest.
All that remains now is the sweep and mop the kitchen, and load up the bike. Maybe throw away a little more trash. Then I will return the key to Don the landlord. I hope to be out of Renville by noon. See ya on the road!
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| last full day... |
[09 Jul 2009|09:25am] |
I kind of have my work cut out for me. Maybe I can get everything done by mid afternoon if I hurry. Still a little sorting to do, cleaning, replacing a bike tire.
No one bought my van. Last night or the night before, I noticed someone took down the sign I hung up in the store, so I replaced it and also put one up in the laundromat. Paul from work said he would sell it for me. He thinks I could get 8 or 900 for it if I had one more week. He says he'd send me a check after the sale. We'll see. If it happens, I will want to give him $100 for his trouble. Even if he rips me off and doesn't give me jack shit, I got 3 years use and over 100,000 miles out of a $1000 vehicle, so wtfever. I need to talk to somebody else about possible van sale at the bar midafternoon, then Paul gets out of work in the early evening.
I want to leave at dawn tomorrow, but I may have to do van shenanigans at the court house, which would cost me a few hours, ending me up leaving mid morning. There is supposed to be a north wind all day, so maybe, maybe, I will make Iowa by nightfall! "Isolated thunderstorms" are in the forecast, but no fear, this only means the sky will look pretty.
Got my last paycheck today. All my vacation time was cashed out too. As expected, it's basically a double paycheck. I am still not quite done with the beet plant though. They want postcards.
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[03 Jul 2009|12:45pm] |
I had a gorgeous last day at the beet plant. After the first two hours, I was able to distract myself enough that time passed at normal speed.
I was joking with people about how I should get myself written up on the last day. I could take a break indefinitely to see how long it would take to get written up...I could turn off all the machines and say I just didn't feel like working...I could spray a hose down all the whites as the bells drop so the sugar would be all wet and plug up the cooler dryer...hell I could just lower all the spin times to say 15 seconds and then I wouldn't even need to spray that hose!
Anyway good thing I didn't do any of these things, or walk out, or anything, cause I had a real nice surprise. The shift had put together a gift package for me! I was blown away! Most of the last 2 years I have been so depressed I haven't felt like talking to anyone so I figured they all thought I was that unfriendly guy. But no! A backpack full of all kinds of stuff was waiting for me. Plus a going away card with MONEY in it! It was like Christmas, only hotter! Lots of road food, a lighter/compass/flashlight (most useful lighter I've ever seen!) taped to a union agreement book and labeled "fire starting kit" lol. Shit, I forget all what was in there. I was just so surprised. I didn't know they thought so much of me. It is kind of freaky. And they want me to send postcards...
Several people say they are interested in buying my van too. Maybe I will get a chunk of change for the thing after all. Still I will miss it. Someday I will have to get another one so I can have a good old bed-in-a-van again.
Some people invited me to hang out at the Renville bar after work, but they weren't there. Maybe I took too long to get there as I had someone come over and drive the van around a bit to test it out. Anyway he was going to meet me in the bar too after he went shopping. I went in and ordered a pitcher and eventually someone else altogether from work showed up. We hung around a while and then he wanted to show me his 160 acres of land in the river bottom.
So we met his dog and went driving around in an ATV to the last of the sand hill prairie. He pointed out various rare native plants that grow there. It's the wildest place left around here, as this guy is not at all into "development". Man after my own heart, really. Afterward we went off to the town of Echo to eat a pizza and then came back here, where I showed him some things on the computer. I don't know why I had such a hangover this morning, as I didn't drink really all that much. Maybe it was the 20% alcohol beer (Dogfish Head 120 Minute IPA), although I only had one of those, or perhaps I just should've drunk a lot of water before passing out. I had been up for a good 21 hours, so it didn't really take much to make me "pass out".
All in all, a good, long day. I will ride out of here in less than a week! in 7 days, at dawn, I will head out. Shit, I guess I will miss this little town after all.
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[02 Jul 2009|05:49am] |
So, I have been trying to sell my van. I put 3 ads on craigslist, one on bluebirdshopper.com, put a flyer up at work and one in the store, and put a FOR SALE sign on the van itself.
So far I have been contacted by 3 scammers from craigslist. Not a tweet from Bluebirdshopper.
Mexicans called me up, using a kid to translate. When I told the kid how much I wanted for the van, he didn't hang up; he just put the phone down and walked away.
2 nights ago someone agreed to pay me $700 for the van, but I had to take 2 hours off of work to go to the courthouse since he wouldn't wait til Monday to do the sale. Then he blew me off. No show, no phone call, wouldn't even answer the phone when I called him. Bastard cost me about $50 off my next paycheck. Is this the new way to 'stick it to tha man'? Let's fuck over someone who has a job! No wonder people hate bums...
The guy in Minneapolis who said he would give me $500 for it if no one would buy it now only has $45 to his name. I think I will save the gas money and just drive the fucker into the river.
Somebody at work says he is interested in buying it to resell after harvest. Dunno how much he wants to pay though. More than $0 hopefully? He is coming to look at it tonight after work.
Somebody called me last night at 10:10 while I was asleep and didn't leave a message. But I have their number on caller ID. I doubt if they'd appreciate a 5 am wakeup call, and maybe not even a 6 am one, so they are getting a call on my first break.
oh and work. I HAVE ARRIVED AT PROJECTED LAST DAY!!!!! It doesn't seem real, but I am not going back into work ever again unless someone calls in sick this weekend. I am so much less excited than I thought I would be. Maybe this will change when the workday ends. :)
In 8 days I will leave this town forever. Hopefully I won't have to have my perfectly fine van towed to a scrap yard due to no one buying it. I am going up to see 4th of July fireworks with Betty in Spicer. There will be a shit ton of people there. Maybe one of them will see my FOR SALE sign and Good Things will come of it. One can only hope...
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| North Carolina: Unknown Life Form Found in Sewer |
[30 Jun 2009|10:24pm] |
It looks like a wad of toilet paper and shit and VEINS...COME TO LIFE!
http://www.wimp.com/lifeform/
Holy smoke they also remind me of those flying pancake things (Denevan neural parasites) from that one Star Trek episode. That really freaked me out when I was a kid. One of them stuck to Spock's back.
Worse, these North Carolina sewer monsters would probably be more comfortable stuck INSIDE YOUR ASSHOLE!
On the other hand, maybe they are just friends, helping us process our waste.
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[26 Jun 2009|02:32pm] |
Last night I worked my last night EVAR at the beet dungeon.
I have taken to calling that place the beet dungeon.
I only have to go in the beet dungeon 4 more times! All day shifts!
Soon, I am going into the cities. Last time I was in St Paul, Betty showed me this place: Mickey's Diner. FUCKING DELICIOUS!!!! I am going to drive straight there and eat before I engage in any other Twin Cities related activities. Betty is REAL jealous I am going to see other people besides her before I leave. I think that is kind of selfish, don't you? After all, there ARE other people I will probably never see again besides her. I took her to meet my other friends a couple of weeks ago, but she doesn't want to go see them again. so I am going myself. pfft.
I am leaving Renville once and for all in 14 or 15 days. Last day at the beet dungeon is in 6 calendar days.
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| 6 less days at the beet plant. |
[17 Jun 2009|12:34pm] |
I only have to go in that place 9 more times.
They busted out the formic again on Friday night. My liver started hurting, and then after a few minutes the pungent odor hit me. I grabbed a nice 3M 5206 vapor respirator and it worked! I put up a picture of myself wearing this exact style of respirator on this post. No more liver pain, and the cold I had seemed to be going away faster, as if other irritants in the air there were making it all worse. The cold has almost completely disappeared now.
Sunday night I threw out my neck. Who knew you could fuck your neck up trying to take a hose off a pipe? Well I did. It's like I have whiplash, but only on one side. It's cool as long as I don't try to look over my left shoulder, or sleep on my right side. But, that pain's going away too.
Today I moved my big furniture out. I donated it to the free store down the street. Gone are a kitchen table and a couch I bought at an auction 3 years ago, and a dresser I found in the trash at U of Minnesota early last summer. I still have a few things to go through, mail off, throw out. There is a whole lot of dust where my furniture used to be. I still have my bed to get rid of.
I'll leave here with only what I can carry on my bicycle. Clothes, tools, tent, sleeping gear. Also I will tote along a camera and tripod, and a laptop. Thinking about it now, it actually seems it will all weigh less than what I came here with on my other bicycle. What did I bring here that was so heavy?
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| b.l.e.h. |
[11 Jun 2009|03:36pm] |
So it seems I am sick. Kind of a mild cold if any. Can you catch a cold from one night of drinking and smoking a lot of cigarettes, or is it just the cigarettes coming out? See my head is very stuffy, and my entire torso is wracked with pain from coughing. Green tea helps with the coughing a lot.
I am doing 6 nights in a row! One down, five to go! CAN I MAKE IT?? I will have a good paycheck come 6/25 if I can.
I will only have to go inside the beet plant to work 14 more times.
I need to get rid of a lot of furniture next week. Maybe even my bed. This means I will be sleeping on the floor for the rest of my time here. I'll leave in almost a month.
Other lj friends in Europe include Paula in Leeds, who seems too busy/uninterested to go see, and the mysterious uanoex, who is MIA in perhaps Berlin right now. Also my 2 rather newish (of a year or so) lj friends from Nederland including Martine who is in Florida right now, or very recently was (she is just leaving), and another one who's kind of MIA at the moment who lives I think in Gouda, city of the cheese. We sent each other pictures. I sent really bad pictures of fat me just getting out of work. :P I think I will greatly enjoy Belgium and the Netherlands for beer and cheese. and other things ;D And there are my even newer (last 4 months) lj friends, a couple in Italy, but I don't know if I will make it down there before they leave, as they are American and not from there.
Anyways other than that I need to get back to bed and try to sleep off some more of this cold if possible as I don't have to leave for work for a couple hours. haha sorry bout the pointless post. Just thought I'd drop in with a quick update now that I'm here....
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[04 Jun 2009|11:11pm] |
When I was in Albany, a friend of mine made an interesting comment. That giving away/throwing away all my stuff is like what some people do before they commit suicide. He wondered if anyone had asked me if that's what I was doing.
Now what I'm doing is kind of like a suicide in a way. My life here is not really worth living. What am I to do, sit here in Renville waiting to die of gut cancer? Anyway I am trading in this life for another one.
It seems to me maybe Ireland is not the most fertile soil to grow a new life. I suspect I won't stay there for very long. I do want to check the place out though. After all, they are the ones who hooked me up with EU citizenship, and most of my ancestors are from there, so I do want to see the place. It just seems it might be problematic finding a job, a place to live, etc. Or.. maybe not.
Other things I want to do are catch a boat to England and check out one of Ms Malice UK's dj parties in Bristol, also go visit Tone cause he seems pretty god damn cool.
I want to bike tour through Belgium and visit some Trappist monastery/breweries and drink fresh versions of beer that I have loved, and some new ones.
I feel Nederland draws me more than Ireland. I think I would enjoy living in the outskirts of Amsterdam, not in Centraal, too pricey, but still in the city limits. When I was in Amsterdam 5 years ago, I was looking at places to live and there was one place I actually went to look at that I could have moved in to that day if I were able to prove I was legal to live there. I wasn't at the time. It was a ways west of downtown, in an apartment. My apartment mates would have been a Dutch woman in her 40s and an Italian guy of early 20s age who was renting a room from her.
Also I found Oost, which was supposed to be the 'bad neighborhood' apparently. Having lived in Philly for 16 years just previously, I nearly busted up laughing at the notion. There was a little tiny bit of graffiti here and there, and lots of Moroccans.
It seemed if I went through a rental agency, I could have moved into an apartment with a group of people I don't know almost immediately. This situation seems weird to most Americans I've talked to, but I have actually moved into this exact situation in West Philly on various occasions. It's all a matter of making sure I still have a little money left by the time I get there....
But who knows? Maybe, like Renville, a place on the way will present itself and I will end up living there for years. Maybe I will work in the *other* huge beet plant. Maybe I will pretend to believe in God and become a Trappist monk and brew delicious beer. Maybe I will jump in the ocean and swim as far as I can until I drown. Isn't that what life is anyway?
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