Nov. 11, 2010

Set up last night atop the mountain upon ground that was bubbling and gurgling from the water flowing just below it. Located a relatively stable spot as the clouds dispersed and revealed the brilliant night sky. Fell asleep warm and dry. Then came the rain, wind, thunder, and encompassing lightning. Followed by awesomely-loud bursts, the lightening lit up the bivy sac until sound and sight became one. This was a bad spot to be, worrying about being fried inside this stupid bag or having it lose static friction and toboggen me down the hill I was resting. Losing resolve upon a seemingly-near miss of a haymaker, I decided to make a dash for a nearby gas station only to find the zipper stuck. Just what I need at the height of panic. Spending 2-3 minutes getting it free, I pop my head out and feel no drops. Also, its suddenly completely quiet. And would you look at that, the clouds parted, as if God were saying, "Nah, just fuckin' with ya." So I watch the stupid stars as I wait for my resting heart beat to return, zip up again just in time to hear one more rumble in the distance, and am permitted to sleep the rest of the night through.

Wake up, eat the last two bruised bananas and a particularly-shitty apple and post up next to the gas station. Slovenian police patrol #2 stops, radios in, and moves on. Eventually, a young graphic designer chick takes me down the mountain into central Komen. Suggests a good place to try to catch a ride. A seemingly-good spot, but after about 3 hours I am fed up and worrying about making it to Nadrozica in time, so I inquire about the train to Sezana. Only 4.50 euros, and well worth it. The ride rolled up a beautiful mountain, pocked with rustic villages overlooking the Adriatic. Rather glad to be reading alone in the train car enjoying the scenery instead of suffering the walk. Changing trains in Divaca, I make it to Sezana in an hour or so. Internally commending the Slovenian rail system, I obtain directions through town and to Komen. On the home-ish stretch with plenty of time left, I walk a few kilometers out of town and treat myself to setting up camp with daylight to spare. Find a nice open field, and with a clear sky, chance it and forego the bivy. Track the satellites arcing overhead as well as about ten shooting stars, including a particularly brilliant one, leaivng a tail. The dew quickly blankets everything but oh well, still warm and dry inside my bag. Am awoken to an unfamilar animal sound that my delerious, night-paranoid mind quickly determines could only be produced by a fisher cat or Man-Bear-Pig. Shine my flashlight in its direciton, make some grunt-squeals of my own, and the beast recedes into the night.

Nov. 10, 2010

Took my sweet time getting up this morning with the steady fall of rain on the bivy. Finally emerged around 10 to a clearing sky. Dried all my shit in the sun, packed up, and headed to center Novigrad to exchange some money and have a coffee. Got some food at the supermarket, headed out of town to hitch a ride to Buje; an old town on a hill. Walked down into the valley and the border, taking my spot again amongst the cars. This time, I was John Wayne for some reason, and after a bit of questioning, I was into Slovenia. Cop stopped me within sight of the border control, and after checking my passport, told me Sezana was past Kopur, which was just up the hill. Fucking mountain. My headlight blinking in the back, I stumbled up the endless snaking road toward the faint lights at the top. Got fed up with an annoying blister on my foot and gave it a slice. Precipitation increased and my pace slowed. Pupils got quite a workout going from darkness to blinding headlights. One car passing another coming downhill came way too close and I assume scared the shit out of both of us. Topping the hill into Kopur, I convinced myself that I deserved a beer and hot plate of food, after the 20 km or so walk.

Nov. 9, 2010

Woke up sore, poorly rested. Head out. Buy sandwich and much-needed water at a gas station. Try for a ride, but no luck. Get stopped 3 times by police in about a 2-mile stretch. 4th time total thus far. They feel the need to radio-in my passport information each time only to hand it back with a 'hvala' and drive off. Legs not cooperating today. A couple of hours and they are spent. Rest at an on-ramp. Within 5 minutes, find a ride with a logging trucker. We talk about Serbia, NATO, USA, Detroit, etc. Not exactly sure what about, but it was a steady conversation. Drops me off about 160 km shy of Zagreb. Legs now stiff from brief inactivity, I plod along for an hour or so, getting no rides, until I get to a gas station and see Isidora's brother, Alexa, waiting for me. He had spotted me on the way to Rijeka and now I had a familiar ride almost all the way to Slovenia. Being a horrible co-pilot, I slept half of the way. We parted ways outside Rijeka, and within 10 minutes, a guy named Bojan gave me a lift to Novigrad, in the N.W. corner of Croatia on the Adriatic. He showed me a spot in town where I could camp for the night, and I dozed off under so,e evergreens and a clear sky.

Nov. 8, 2010

Spent a few hours fixing a sound software problem on Isidora's computer. Upon realization that speaker jacks were in the wrong plugs, I was ready to go. Took 77 bus into Novi Beograd and walked from there. An hour later, at the outskirts, noticed a 77 bus terminal. Oh well. Bought a map, walked on past the aerodrom as the sun set. Pack heavy, legs tiring, I set up at a Lukoil to hitch a ride. Hop on board with a friendly trucker who has a son, Mladan, who played basketball while at university in Texas and then Alaska. While serving along the road, dras me a nice hitchin' sign for . Drops me off at Ruma toll terminal, then graciously gets me a ride to Sid after arguing with another trucker in the middle of the road to take me. An awkward, quiet ride. Walk the rest to the Croatian border. 8 km of dark road and aching feet. Strap headlight to the back of my head so as not to get accidentally splattered. Take my queue behind the cars, passport in hand. An odd sight, no doubt. "Jesse. Jesse James!" Thaat's me. And on into Croatia. Totally exhausted, feet in pain, fences on both sides of the highway, I make camp behind a road sign for a rainy night, readily broken by the lights and rush of passing semi-trailers.

Oct. 24,2009

Saturday. Last full day for most of the Airwaves volunteers. Woke up and did some damage control from the people who went out last night. Went back to sleep. Woke up around 4. No food in the house, and no one to accompany poor old me in shopping. Strap on my pack and hop on my bike. Luckily, the close Bonus is open again. Load up the bacon and honey and apples and milk and processed visceral spread substitute and whatever else these ravenous zombies have been feasting upon, lately. Get some drawing done and generally sequester myself in my room for the rest of the day. People from the north camp returned today, so it was good to see some old faces, most of which I was unable to attach a name. Figured I should go out for everyone's last night. Stomached as much Disorrono left over from last night's dessert as I could, and sneaked out to Zimsen with Jamie and Peter. Beer specials ending at midnight trump waiting around for friends en masse. Had a few beers, discussed the finer points of flatulence and American kickassery. Got a call from Julia saying that the northern lights were out. Being a perfectly clear night, it was not an option to miss the event in the confines of an dead bar. Plus, the beer special was ending. Emptying our glasses, we three headed for the sea coast. Looking up into the sky, we couldn't see anything, and began to think we had missed it. But upon descending the rock retaining wall and losing some of the city glare, we could see faint streaks coming from the eastern horizon. Looked a lot like light pollution from an adjacent town, except the nearest adjacent town in that direction is probably Halifax. Took some long exposures with my temperamental camera, and an amazing green light show left its mark on the CCD. Watched the ribbons slowly ebb and flow until they died out. Headed back to the house in good spirits. Kjartan was off of work and headed to a hip-hop concert down at NASA. Interested in Iceland's take on the genre, so headed with him. Wasn't too into the first act; generic dance music mixed with a crowd much more inebriated than I. Main act was good, though. Bunch of Icelanders singing in Icelandic about Iceland. The sound at first struck me as similar to 1990´s preppy MTV rap attempting to be 'hardcore', but their emotion and stage presence made up for the utter lack of cultural connection. Also, the lyrics seemed decent after Kjartan explained them to me. Was a welcome release to knock around the wasted meathead section of packed crowd that I found myself in the middle of. Headed back toward the house, met up with Matevz, Jamie, Peter, Lucas and others. Somehow quickly lost the others. Ended up at Jacobsen, dancing in the downstairs bar. 'Twas hot as hell down there and after quite the extended bout, we left, quite tired and drenched in sweat. On the way back, took quite a lot of time taking pictures of us jumping over things. Maturity hath no quarter. We talked awhile with a female Icelandic basketball player. Also with random drunkards and some kids that had some moonshine and knowledge of the Philadelphia rap scene. Avoided the water blasts of the street cleaners. Made the final turn into the yard. Convinced the last Beatles-singing drunkard that he did not live with us. Ate some garlic butter toast and made it to bed around 8:30.

Oct. 13, 2009

And on this day...very tired. Got suckered into going out by Isidora, despite my refusal to drink and my near-comatose state. People flying around me, saying nonsensical words. Ended up going to karaoke night, with jerk-ass Isidora staying home, believing that sickness was an excuse to strand me with these savages. Was a good time at Oliver's, though. Sang Bar Fly by Jeff Who? with Kobi and Kjartan, with Kjartan being unable to sing the second half of the song, as he was in laughing fits from listening to my guttural explosions. Left a bit earlier than everyone else to avoid being trapped in a living room full of amoral drunkards. Soon after retiring to my bed, I hear the bass beat of Barfly coming from downstairs. Realizing defeat in this initial battle with consciousness, I join in the revelry for a while. Quiets down, get back to bed. Woken up again. Sigh.

Oct. 12, 2009

Shit, it has been a while. Been too tired to write these things. On a Monday, went for a bicycle ride, as the evening sun was too much to ignore, and no one wanted to walk with me. Felt about 50 degrees with zero wind. Rode along the sea, stopping by an old fish-drying shack. Cool little bunker in a hill. Found the public beach with hot tub. Going to go brave that one of these days. Set the self-timer and took some pictures of me on a pier column out in the water. Decided to do hand stands on it, despite not being able to do handstands. After about 10 tries, got my feet vertical, and they continued swinging over me. Disoriented, I my foot luckily caught the edge of the column as I fell backwards. Continued on, finding a forest on a hill, topped by the Saga museum, Perlan. Very refreshing to be surrounded by trees. Saw a black rabbit. 'Twas a first. Went to the observation deck. View=not-too-shabby. Returned, most likely ate dinner... Went to Zimssen with Peter, Jaimie, and Kjartan. Drank cheap beer and played some boring Icelandic game similar to Sorry. For the record, I was clearly in the lead when they decided to quit. Talking outside about AIDS in Guatemala, we met a pleasant couple from Canada. Aaaand then we left. I am sure the rest of the evening was just peachy.

Oct. 9, 2009

Friday.... OK, I've got this one. A few volunteers arrived for the festival. Shaved most of my beard, as I was beginning to tire of having uninvited leftovers hanging from my face. Emmm. Got some beer with Michelle. Very high wind and rain today. Kjartan's father came to fix the heating pipe for the garage. Gutter drain next to the back door clogged, house almost flooded. Drank said beer. Went out with everyone. Had good time. Walked home with Isidora and Kjartan. Went back out. Danced. Spoke in Spanish. Kicked-in bathroom door. Lost everone but Matevz, Michelle, Taru, and Alek. Stumbled home, stopping to talk to some people on a bench. They didn't know how to get home. I didn't have an answer. Got home "early" around 5 a.m.

Oct. 8, 2009

Thursday! This is what you get when I wait too long to post.

Oct. 7, 2009

Ummmm. Yep.