Now put online diary of my trip to North America.
Writings and photos grouped by day.
Good reading.
Easy driver - or a diary of American Midsummer
25-08
Possible to be in Zanzibar on August 7, 8 Zambia, 9 in Italy (Venice), 12 in Italy (Selva Val Gardena), 23 from the Po Valley and the Dolomites target 25 to be on the plane Venice-New York-Philadelphia? Yes At least I did. On 24
evening came Cherub and Kim and we had a nice dinner with the old in the garden.
In the late evening with two young men we were able to watch some video Burning Man festival hippie-techno-trash-art visual and so on and so forth that each year since 1986, held in Nevada.
When Dan called me one day in March to ask if it was true my mail where I said that yes, I would be tempted to accept his proposal of a crazy road trip + American festival in the desert, I never imagined that I would have found even after 6 months to prepare two suitcases in camping equipment, shoes anti sand and blisters, wool jackets and Bermuda shorts in the cold for the heat.
substantially and I was totally unprepared.
I had six months to access any information but the excuse for the slow connection I knew African only that the festival was an event that drew people from around the world (the feast of St. Anthony or St. Firmin, moreover, but suppose that Burning Man was not a saint ... error of assessment that I could understand only a few days later) took place in the desert and people were running naked.
The video that night and ran head on the screen (I never liked to peep) photographed a reality most curious and somewhat perverse thousands of people facing miles and miles of asphalt and turbulence (for air travelers) to being in the middle of a sandstorm dresses thongs Hobbit sitting on a bike carpeted (although it may be a bike) bear.
And I'm supposed to go there in the middle? I thought while Kim and Child drool with envy.
I knew without saying yes to Daniel to ascertain what had always been a risky choice. From a few days later I reached climax never felt before.
The arrival at the airport was normal and monotonous. Check-in online (that invention!) I had avoided unnecessary code, but had caused my 3 hours in advance to become a wandering through the pages of a book and distracted gaze on the U.S. that I would accompany. Noting the ugliness of the second, I tried to concentrate on the beauty of the first.
Kim and his family, known viaggitori overseas, I had been warned that the deadline had reached the U.S. airlines.
"You must also pay you the headphones to watch movies," he warned Ruth, the mother, handing her, bought last flight in August.
But I was not prepared for the sight of the crew.
Average age: 50.
weight: 90 pounds.
Average height: 1.70
Skin color: Rubizzo
The commander had a seaman on the frigate Irish tonnage, but the pockmarked face and ruddy hair yellowish and gave him an expression of the countryside in southern England by scarecrow at the time of the Plantagenets. The hostess seemed
exits from a sitcom American '80s, where there was always a close look plump put there to make intelligent actors in the eyes of the beholder. The flight
reflected the prowess of the crew.
uncomfortable chairs, a movie for 10 hours of flight, an episode of the Simpsons, a documentary, a weather warning, a distant television at the end of the corridor.
The only more or less in tune to the chorus was the almost complete lack of passengers.
I never sleep on the plane, but this time I made an exception and I was given some spark of drowsiness, one of which they forgot to serve me dinner. Svegliatomi but aware that it is entitled to my lousy meal, I turned to the bottom of the plane vaguely hopeful and hungry, only to be told that my sandwich dall'hostess matron had been given to some other travelers, I thought probably sold.
Once I landed the dogs had to overcome immigration. Dogs not so much the physical aspect, although their backs were to average 3 spans wider than mine, but for the welcome. Biting the calf was missing only included in the "welcome to America": photo, fingerprint (amateur leaguers! You do not need laws and parliamentary debates, there is no terrorism?), Questioning the sixth grade, with useful details to reveal a any crack in the bale and lies question: what doing in Africa, where you met friends from where you go, what you studied at university, as it's called the organization they work for. We now know that even the CeLIM has landed in New York, however, almost clandestine.
In the next 5 hours of waiting I wandered through the airport, I sling a China / Asian Wok, very good choice and just as greasy.
I felt the thrill of reading an entire article in the New Yorker, a company previously only able to think Woody Allen, I bet the alarm not to miss the plane to New York, I scrutinized the population of curiosity but not proceeded with careful not to be discovered (America makes you paranoid reasonably fast).
The trip to New York turned out to be a nice biplane. Noisy and uncomfortable, but the Austrian brunette who was sitting on my side (the seats were tight) I was cheered off with an interesting lecture on the models of Boeing. Aerospace engineering student in Vienna. The
La Guardia is a small airport in the baggage of passengers are transported directly into the arrivals hall. In this way, any passenger can be seen his beautiful bag snatched from a taxi driver or any other person in transit.
So: you make one thousand entry controls, anti-terrorism measures, mugshot ... and anyone can enter the airport and fuck controls without the baggage?
Dan was already there, but nice to wag, not rushed to embrace me, but the poor girl from Austria who has dodged to escape the embrace in the arms of her boyfriend lurking a bit 'below.
"Because you wanted to hug her?" - "Dunno, I thought it was a friend of yours"
We took a taxi to the seat with built-in TV (which now seems to have it all) and then off to Harlem.
At home Kate was waiting for us in the shower, that she was waiting for us to tell the truth, but it was in the shower with the doors wide open. Fortunately (for her) that the bathroom does not give your front door. Dan has cooked
a good pasta, and after several discussions it was decided not to go out.
the night for me is short-lived however, as the jet lag I woke up at 5.30.
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