Stray 7-6-02

I know this Engish guy Dave who's kind of like the
incredible hulk, except its not so much his shirt
he rips off as regard for moving vehicle
regulations of any kind. And he turns red, not
green.
He gets bored easily, and when he gets bored he
gets angry. And impulsive. Not my first choice of
driver to navigate for round Eastern Europe.
But if there's one thing he's taught me its that
the only way to survive Holland is to think outside
the square of social convention. Because square it
is.

If ther's another thing he's taught me its that I
bore him, and he illustrated the point by leaving
me on the side of the motorway in the middle of the
Czech Republic.
I'll try not to WANKER take it personally, he's got
a.d.h.d. and the attention span of a WANKER
goldfish.

But Prague is, man its just, like, waaahhh, unbe-
freaking-leivable. Which is lucky since I'm
stranded here. Though I do often feel like standing
in the middle of the street and screaming 'they're bare
feet people, you've seen them before!'
But the other day a woman was having a hard time on
the cobbled streets with her high heels, looked at
me, paused, visibly snapped, ripped off her shoes
and hobbled off after her boyfriend.
I got a kick out of that.

But I'm paying by the minute so I'll end it here.
Suffice it to say you could write a thesis on any
single one of the buildings here, I've got my cost
of living down to about $25nz a day, and am making
some of those 24 hour viral friends you do when
travelling.

(can't beleive I just recited that from memory)

Much love

Daniel.