moving about the planet in a random fashion...

Feb 06, 2004 05:34

is really fun. But also very hard. I'm back now, by the way. it's 5am and I'm awake for some reason...the jet lag has started in a very odd way. I was fine, for the most part yesterday, despite the fact that I'd been up for what felt like two days, 'cause I lost 9 hours or something on a plane...jumping time zones like that is really strange-we left at like 5pm, and got to seattle at 6pm, even though the flight was 10 hours. It's like I got two days in one, or something. I slept for like four hours, and now I'm wide awake. Also, I think I'm sick. Dammit.

The trip was awesome, but I think from now on, I'll stick with one or two countries per trip and leave it at that..packing up every other day and taking fifteen kinds of transport to get to the next place is really tiring, and kind of annoying. I think we spent five full days of the 11 day trip just on planes, buses, trains, metros, taxis, etc. The worst was going from amsterdam to rome..bleh. We took a taxi to the train station, train to belgium (as far as I can tell, to go anywhere in western europe, for some reason you're required to go to belgium at some point), a bus to the wierd podunk airport we flew out of, a plane to rome, another bus to another train station, then another bus to the hotel. Jeez. It took up the entire day, and then our plane almost crashed. In fact, we had a bunch of weird plane experiences..on the plane to denmark, some lady almost died, like two aisles in front of me. Then the plane to rome almost crashed or something, and we were pretty well convinced it was being highjacked until the plane crew decided to inform us as to why we got ten feet from the ground and suddenly shot back up again for no discernable reason. Then the plane to paris almost crashed...seriously. There was such insanely severe turbulence all the way down, that when we hit the ground, the plane jerked way the hell to the side, almost off the runway, and was tipping all crazy and stuff. Really scary. Plus people were also vomiting and almost dying on that plane as well. Totally insane. And the plane home was delayed like two hours, while we were stuck sitting in it, 'cause something broke. And I had to sit next to some wierd swedish guy with bad breath who kept talking to me while I was trying to read. I had to put a blanket over my head so he'd shut up. I'm so sure.

Anyway, the trip was like this:

Amsterdam was incredibly good weed, the Van Gogh museum, Benjamin Falafel (the dutch, for some reason, make the best falafel I've ever had in my life), free and wild dutch people on bikes, who are high on drugs and try to hit you, LOTS of snow, more incredibly good weed, stoned dutch kitties, the nice guy at the excalibur who told us about what appeared to be an irish skinhead bar, almost getting tattoos with aaron, more good weed, the redlight district still being amazing and surreal, and me really wanting to move there.

Rome was people driving absolutely insanely, gypsies, the termini station, me and audrey going off on our own and struggling with about a zillion steps, the vatican being closed because we stayed up too late drinking with absolutely insane roman people and a very gay homosexual from ireland by way of conneticut, St. Peters, The Pieta, a wild as hell carriage ride with six people jammed in the carriage, wierd demonstations and riots, The Pantheon, The Via Del Corso and shopping, buying an incredibly bad Louis Vuitton knockoff from a street vendor, no toilet paper or toilet seats, Roman people for some unknown reason ALL getting up to do the electric slide to the song 'Sweet home Chicago' as though it were some sort of required national dance or something, very good pasta, very good wine, figuring out the metro and feeling like I could get anywhere I wanted there all by myself someday, the colloseum, really great coffee, cheap designer glasses, so much good gelato, trevi fountain, and everything being old and gorgeous and amazing and warm.

Paris was Nyko and Virginie, the Per Lachez graveyard which was so, so, so cool, Jim Morrison's grave even though he's not buried there anymore, incredible croissants, climbing out on the ledge outside our window to smoke and stare at the moon at night, being warm some more (a very nice surprise), the catacombs and bones and bone juice and crazy swirly stairs that make you feel like you're going to fall, shopping in little side streets for wine and cheese and feeling not like a tourist 'cause we could get anywhere in the city on the metro, yummy juice from that fruit place down the street, making a nest in the corner to sleep, and wanting to go back and spend a month or more there in the springtime.

If I don't fall alseep at some random time today, or feel too much like ass, I'll take my pictures in and scan them later today. If they come out, that is. I am a retard and for some reason didn't know that you shouldn't put film in your luggage because the scanner thing can fuck it up. It better be okay, 'cause if It's not, I'm going to fall on the floor at the developing place and cry and cause a scene.

So that was europe.
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