Where the hell am I? North poland. No one speaks english. No internet cafes in the whole town. We find a student near a dorm. He lets us use the internet. We try to find the address of our friend that lives here. We find it. THe student takes us there. A dad answers the door, says our friend is an our away south. Shit. We went to the wrong town. We were supposed to meet John in schrieneck. THe Student offeres to drive us there with his girlfriend. What a guy. Luck is with us.
We drive 90 miles an hour dodging trucks on a one lane road in the rain. Arrive at a farm. Five people live in this town. Sheep dog, ponys. THeres a party???? What?
We go in. The rest of the night is playing guitar, singing,accordian, drums, drinking, joking, ...polish vodka. Were there for two days, Try to catch a train out on the last day. Shit, the last train is canceled.
A lovely girl takes us in for the night and feeds us her home made wine. Train in the morning. Now Im in prague
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Germany
Arrive into Germany late at night from Amsterdam - Two trains and one plane missed. Its cold. Find Hostel. Off to the Pubs and a crazy hip hop show at a skatepark. Best band Ive seen in months from finland plays at a punkrawk venue in east berlin. We meet an austrailian girl that knows about an underground alternative tour of berlin. Be at the tv tower in front of starbucks at 11 am. I get up, walk across the city-
A dude in camoflauge tells us its going to be a crazy day. Five other travelers meet up. We hop on a train. We hit some murals across town. He leads us into a art commune with crazy art thugs sitting on the stairs, spray paint covering evern inch of the five stories. I peak into rooms where guys are painting with oil on gigantic canvases. We get on another train. Climb a dried up waterfall to look at the city in a perfect sunny view.
Another train. Now were at the berlin wall. The guide breaks away the fence into a restricted area. We walk along the berlin wall until we find fence pieces that can be used as ladders. We prop them up, and climb the berlin wall. As we sit on the top, we say hi to locals walking buy who look at us in confusion. He asks if we want to see the abandonded prison. I say Yes.
We hop a bus and get off at a shady area of berlin at dusk. We climb through a hole in the fence hidden by a bush. We find a hole in a borded up door. The first floor is colapsed, so we walk along the edge. graffiti everywhere. We walk up the flights uf stairs. Looks and smells like a homeless camp. Pitch black and using my keychain lighter, I arrive at a ladder in the fifth floor. I climb. Two other in our group say that this is out of their comfort level, and turn back. I climb. Im on the roof and watch the sunset with my new friends. All of our faces are dirty and look both scared and excited. We visit a few more grafiti walls. I head back to the hostel for another night of partying.
Wake up early, hop on a train to poland.
A dude in camoflauge tells us its going to be a crazy day. Five other travelers meet up. We hop on a train. We hit some murals across town. He leads us into a art commune with crazy art thugs sitting on the stairs, spray paint covering evern inch of the five stories. I peak into rooms where guys are painting with oil on gigantic canvases. We get on another train. Climb a dried up waterfall to look at the city in a perfect sunny view.
Another train. Now were at the berlin wall. The guide breaks away the fence into a restricted area. We walk along the berlin wall until we find fence pieces that can be used as ladders. We prop them up, and climb the berlin wall. As we sit on the top, we say hi to locals walking buy who look at us in confusion. He asks if we want to see the abandonded prison. I say Yes.
We hop a bus and get off at a shady area of berlin at dusk. We climb through a hole in the fence hidden by a bush. We find a hole in a borded up door. The first floor is colapsed, so we walk along the edge. graffiti everywhere. We walk up the flights uf stairs. Looks and smells like a homeless camp. Pitch black and using my keychain lighter, I arrive at a ladder in the fifth floor. I climb. Two other in our group say that this is out of their comfort level, and turn back. I climb. Im on the roof and watch the sunset with my new friends. All of our faces are dirty and look both scared and excited. We visit a few more grafiti walls. I head back to the hostel for another night of partying.
Wake up early, hop on a train to poland.
LondonScotlandIreland
I sit at a crowded pub in northern belfast. When i order my drink with my obvious American accent, a group of tough ass looking 40 yearold irish glare at me in disgust. I smile back. I drink my guinness. I open the "whats going on" news paper, and notice the original drummer from guns and roses will be here next week with his band Adlers Appatite- playing GNR cover songs on his drumset from the glory days. I mark my calender. I make plans to visit the peace wall erected in response of the bloodshed that took place here over the past years. I hear music playing in the room next door. I walk in to see a huge crowd gathering around a three piece irish band. I order another guiness as I listen to the incredible music. I feel like it might as well be a hundred years ago as I stand next to the fire in the musty old pub. I start shooting the shit with these two funny lookin dudes. Ones about 4 feet tall, round and wearing a hipster white long sleeve buttonup shirt. The other is about six five, buzz cut, and crosseyed. I can barely understand them with their strong northern irish accent. I tell them about the states. They recomend irish destinations. They buy me a drink. We talk about george bush - They call him a wanker. I make my way over to the bar stool for a minute. I say whats up to this tough dude with an earing. I tell him I just got into ireland a few hours ago. He leans into my ear and whispers somthing about the Irish Republican Army and their strength -I stay clear of that one as I shake his hand. A tall slim atractive brunette girl takes my hand and asks me to dance. I leave my jacket and bag on the floor and attempt an irish dance, spinning this girl over and over. Were the only ones on the dance floor in front of probably 150 people. I realize im drunk because I would never do this at home. I know I look a fool as I step on this girls feet and loose her every other spin. The song ends. We go back to the bar as she tells me to head to some island in the west for real irish culture. From behind her I see the wierd IRA earing guy motioning to me with his eyes that I should make a move on this girl. This wierds me out . He keeps watching me. I check my watch. Its 1am and Im an hours walk from my hostel. I tell the group that i gotta go. Girl kisses me. I shake eveyone elses hand and stumble out. I take a taxi. Taxi drops me off. I realize that I left my sketchbook in the taxi. Fuck! I walk in the dark all the way back to the bar hoping the taxi driver went back to the bar. This part is much of a blur - I finally get there. The taxi is there! Thank god. He's at the front of the taxi line. I got there just in time. I find my sketchbook sitting in the back seat. Hes drives me back to my hostel for a second time. Its about 230. I stumble into my dorm room. Take off my shoes.... My feet have never smelt like this in my entire life. I need to wash my socks badly. The other six in this dorm room must hate me. The room smells like feet. I climb into my bunk bed. I go to sleep. I head to the town of Cork in a couple days. -
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Hang out with Kay and Simon in London. Go to awesome clubs and bars. Go to a halloween party. Get lost in the city at 4 am. Get on the double Decker. Take the underground. Mind the Gap.
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