3 weeks from Amsterdam to Porto, images

January 12, 2015

December 22 I left Istanbul for a journey that had been decided on a whim caused by a dare by a friend who said:”Would you buy a ticket to Amsterdam?” On Ryanair it was 100 lira, $50 bucks… I said yes. I had friends in Amsterdam… I had been in Istanbul for a while, thought that by December I would be ready to head out… I had no idea at that point that I would go to California, Montreal, Poznan, Berlin in the mean time…

Amsterdam…
What I remember most: Joris and Natalia and Christmas with their Polish family in Genk, Belgium.

on the way back from there, Natalia realized she had forgotten her phone in Genk, so they dropped us off to see Antwerp…

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Next day we went to the North Sea

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later that day we started on the hitchiking journey, full of glee and Christmas food and confidence

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But somehow, hours later we were still not getting any rides and walking into strange cities and places… magical nonetheless near midnight, Ricky picked us up… and we arrived in Amsterdam cold to the bone but safe and sound. in the morning we went to see the city. we stayed 3 days.

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There was much more… we stayed with Jean at Sandrine’s house, shared meals and it was so great. then it was time to head South. I had a show in Carcassonne in 3 days… we figured we could get there no problems…

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so in the dark Amsterdam morning we headed out.

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we stayed at Porte d’Italie in Paris for countless hours, freezing, no rides to be had… we went through the gamut of emotions, walking up and down the streets, trying one spot then the others. The French drivers looked harried, stressed, aggressive and even scared. late in the night, as the cold was seeping to my bones I decided to pay for a hotel room, to warm up, regroup and not fall apart.

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the next day, same corner, same lack of luck. After 4,5 hours we decided to try Bla Bla cars. We got a ride to Lyon, it was new years’s eve. There, Fazil, a friend from Istanbul hosted us. we had leftover New Year’s party food, warmth, laughter, a hot shower and a glass of whiskey. all is well.

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On January first, we headed out confident we’d get a ride… we didn’t, we spent 6, 7 hours out, walking all over the place trying this spot or that one… This was the last place of the day… hopeless… but still, a girl in a boulangerie gave us 2 pains au chocolat… they came handy. it was still magical

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finally we decided to spend a white night. We walked around Lyon all night long, stopped for an espresso around 2 AM then found one bar open and stayed until 4 buying one beer that we slowly, slowly sipped. then walked up the hill to the cathedral there. I got so cold, there was no heat left in my body it seemed. But we made it to the morning and hopped on a bus to Montpellier.
in Montpellier we still hoped to get picked up… no luck. this corner was the ultimate desolation as no cars would come by

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then this was in front of it… weird. Grim Passion…

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… To be continued 🙂

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