Stayokay?

I only have thirty minutes before I have to leave to go see My Blueberry Nights, so this will be thirty minutes worth of typing. I should have time to post some pics tomorrow. I 've taken a page from Mr. Orr and have been keeping a journal gonzo style. Here are some excerpts (Unfortunately, I will probably edit some of these so I don't seem as nervous about being in a foreign country by myself and so I don't come off as a pervert for writing about all the beautiful Dutch girls riding bicycles. It's like San Francisco. Only better. I also don't have time to write down every entry so you'll see (scene missing) whenever I skip over an entry.)

350pm - Atl airport atrium
At E29 atrium. At security, realized i had a small tue of moisturizer in my carry on. i threw it away. then i saw complimentary ziploc bags on a nearby table. the trash can was too big to I decided i better not try and retrieve it. a few blaring emergency fire alarm style warnings have gone off with an automated voice crackling instructions like "Please await further instruction." It's happened twice and people are just ignoring it now. The mood is gay, much happier than a domestic gate.

433pm - Last meal on American soil: tacos.

757pm - about to fly over nova scotia. we can see the lights outside our tiny window. i'm sitting next to a friendly Colombian named Maggie who is studying pure math in Utrecht. Pure math is numberless, so to speak, and focused on the abstract. You wouldn't understand. Her real name is Margharita(sic) and every time she meets or hears about another person with her same name, a little part of her dies. She says this sarcastically. She laughs a lot. (scene missing) Colombians are so nice. She might train from Urtrecht to see my film. Last I checked, we're traveling 632 mph at around 35ooo feet and it's 30 degrees outside.

(I just realized a lot more interesting things happened that I didn't write down. Will need to fine tune the journal writing.)

I'm writing this later, but we watched most of Balls of Fury on the plane. There was one line that made me laugh out loud and whenever Chris Walken says 'ping-pong', it's hilarious. The silliness was calming. Maggie had a book called "1000 Places to See Before you Die". We leafed through the US portion and some poor states only have one thing. Georgia has a couple and they're all either in Savannah or islands.

1015pm - scene missing

7am - scene missing

834a(netherlands time)
On crowded train to Rotterdam. Couldn't find a seat so I'm sitting on my suitcase in the doorway. someone brought a bike on board and blocked the lavatory door with it. A man in a suit with a nametag came by, asked in English who's bike it was then had a long conversation in Dutch with the owner. The bike was moved. Can't wait to get to hostel and check in at IFFR. Maggie's gone now. She took the 1 or 2 train to Utrecht. She was very tired from the flight. It was a quick goodbye.

11:28a - scene missing

I can't really write about Rotterdam yet for some reason, but I will. I must leave now. Time for Blueberries.