tyre smell -> weed smell -> fryed bacon smell

yo!

"What's that title" I bet you are wondering.

Well, that's the summary of my 20 hours journey from Nice to Washington - yeah, I arrived, alive!

Act I - the burning truck

My departure date was on a Saturday 14th...which is right after Friday 13th, the bad luck day, but still! My rotten luck chased me for one more day.

So, on the highway, while I was taken to the airport, I was on "my toes" regarding what could happen since I wasn't unlucky enough the day before, on the 13th. I guess my bad luck was as late as I was that morning to catch my flight.

That biatch quickly showed up causing a traffic jam by burning a truck in the middle of the highway, at 5:30am in the morning, when highways are usually empty!

reconstitution

And just to tease me, I was among the first stuck cars! The boarding was occuring 20 min later,  and I still had 10 min to drive there. Hopefully the firemen arrived very quickly and handled the situation in 10 min, repoening the circulation. I can tell you how nervous I was at this time...I think I have a really bad karma. What do you think Ms Bassi?

I finally got my flight riiiiiight on time, 5 min later and I would have been fckued! 

I took my seat at the rear of the plane : the emergency exits next to me, window side, an ol' niçoise lady already asleep and dribbling, the beautiful dawn and Boards of Canada in my ears, everything started to finally work fine...until the air steward said he ain't go no Orangina for a fool like me, preventing me to feel really good - and yes, an Orangina can be savoured at anytime.

Anyway, the plane took off smoothly and I rapidly dismissed the absence of my favourite drink by watching that wonderful scene :

+ dayvan cowboy.mp3 = weuuuuaaaaahhhhh.......

Act II - A'dam

I had 4 hours to kill during my transfer in Schipol Airport in the Netherdlands...So I went to Amsterdam.What an unexpected visit!

I rushed to the trainstation, got two tickets for only 10€ and 20 minutes later I was in the capital walking along canals.

The luck has suddendly been keen to me and introduced me to a v nice dutch girl in the train, she was tall like me! We blended perfectly in the tallest population of the world - that reminds me I have a far dutch ancestor. Maika - that's her cool name - took me to a street with lots of Coffee Shops straight after having grabbed her bike from one of the countless racks. 

I never saw so many bikes in my life, they were all over the place, everyone was riding one! It looked like a giant sect - if you don't have your bike, your life has no meaning then! Ride or die!

Then Maika and I had to leave. Our ways separated in front of coffee shops, where the smell of weed was triggering emotional dizziness in us. I left that tall and skinny, dressed in a perfecto silhouette being swept away by a cyclists wave. Then I walked very fast during two hours to see the best parts.

It was a bit too fast to be truly appreciated.

Coffee Shops

Rose Museum

Anne Frank House

outfit for Deena

This capital is just like a big village, it seemed there’s no big stores nor food chains. I might be blind, but I haven’t seen a single McDonald’s, eventhough I was super hungry at that time. I headed back to the airport and got my flight, happy of this improvised visit and of my ephemeral meeting!

Next and last chapter of the journey in the next article : the arrival!

stay tuned and good night dear followers. please feel free to leave comments!

-toto