Friday, January 26, 2007

This definitely isn't my last post...

...but it's the last one for a while.

By the way, two entries down is a recounting of the ATHENS excursions.

Anywho, this Steve here, now over two weeks back in America.

I'm a receptionist at a non-profit conservation foundation in Chester, New Jersey, and spend roughly 6.5 hours of my workday browsing the internet. Sometimes I answer the phones, and on some other occasions I staple incoming faxes together. I went from having my mind literally flattened on a daily basis by some major impressive awkwardness in Europe, to the highlight of my day being the turkey sub I got for lunch from the Gladstone Market. Fucker had some great mayonnaise.

P.S., My mind is melting.

I haven't been asked about this trip as much as I planned upon return - maybe that's because I don't see people, at all, except my family and temporary coworkers - so I'm not quite tired of talking about it, yet. When I say I went to 18 countries, people ask me to name them, and usually they get afraid of asking questions after I say "Estonia." I don't think they know where Estonia is, and they certainly haven't heard of Prednestrovie before.

I haven't made major reflections on this trip, even though I have plenty of meditation opportunities during my 8 hours of daily nothing, but my mind still farts away. Living at home in NJ is like a marathon of a TV show you don't despise but watch anyway because nothing else is on.

I move to South Dakota in a few weeks, Rosebud Reservation, where I will be settled for a few more months and then god knows what - Iowa City probably. Expect a South Dakota post. I can't say many definite things about the future, but do expect a South Dakota entry.

And one thing about this trip - tourist sites can only go so far, and Mike and I will say the best times we've had while cruising about were the late nights, the cafes, and the kitchen tables. And though there were all kinds of characters around our travels, my biggest shoutout goes to our hosts, who we mostly met through and (I got a lot of "how the hell did you find those people you stayed with?"s upon return, and yeah, mystery solved in those URLs. Check them the fuck out, especially if you plan to travel, umm, ever).

Now, I'm not going to pretend we scored some "AUTHENTIC LOCAL EXPERIENCE," and I'm not going to say with authority that every host will be a lifelong friend (though it's possible), and I'm not going to harbor pretenses of making the world a better place by cultural exchange (any reader of this blog knows that claim smells of bullshit), but I will say this - I met some awesome, awesome people. This world's got more winners than you think.

So as my farewell reflection to this blog and the trip, I'm doing a photopost. Most pics are ours, some are from their couchsurfing profiles - you get the drift. You've seen these people before on the blog, but never in one place. Here are pictures of every single person who put me up for the night, or two, or three, or however.

A compendium:

Thanks dudes.

Steve out.


At 6:20 PM, Anonymous Xha Temja said...

All the shit that this motherfucker wrote here is true, but there is something else he should write. My name is XHA TEME and when I was 18 years old I met a beautiful hore in a HOTEL in the center of Tirana. It was December. This lady was the mother of the motherfucker that wrote that shitt about the albanian countryside. Well. You can understand what happened next. After I paid the lady for her services I asked her about her family and she told me that she was gone far away from home because of a trauma she had when she was told that her baby will be a homosecual and as it will grow up maby will become a mother killer because of the mental problems. So she decided to run away from home. That was the first day in her life she decided to hook up just to make some money so she can pay for the trip. But tho money wasnt inuff so she decided to do it again and this was the begining af a new profession for her. Now she was a hooker and it was not that bad she was told. Very soon she learnead to mix work with pleasure. She started traveling from place to place and she enjoyed haveing sex everywhere. The destiny brought her in albania where she learned to have real sex with real mans. Everything in Albania was sooo BIG. So she decided to stay there forever. This was the reason that made this motherfucker come in albania. Dont misunderstand me. He didnt came here in Albania to find his mother. She is dead about a while ago. He came here to enjoy what he was told his mother enjoyed too. But everyone knew his history so it wasnt that easy for hem to survive in a country like this. Anyway. This was not the reason he decided ta walk away from here like a scared rabbit. The real reason was that he heard from some paesants that here in albania we kill homosexuals. Well. You can understand that this is not true because if it was like this he should be dead and baryed wright nou. It is not true too that we dont speak english here in Albania because I can asure you that every albanian speaks very well Italian, Greek, English and surely their native language what means that here in albania we speak 4 languages. If you want to watch the real albania you can take a look at one of my webbsites.
Try this.

The next time You come in Albania BE A MAN. If You do it I promise I will fuck you right in the ass.


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