Valencia, 10 Nov. 2012.
Do I feel disappointment, maybe even outright terror or a certain sense of panic - maybe relieve would be more in order here - when I leave my newly found dope smoking ´friends¨ behind in that third rate Hostal after five days of Valencia city wandering while they were at IT back in the dormitory, smoking pot all day and maybe a good snort of bad quality cocaine for the heck of it, 23 centimos German beer from the Carrefour to wash it all down, bought by yours truely though not on Pobre Moi´s dole money, Miss Rasta Haired Bob Marley Singer entertaining them with her sugar sweet voice, not exactly suited to sing Reggae but what the heck, take it or leave the dormitory...
Five more days of cycling ahead of me and the Soledad that comes with it probably responsible for my confusing feelings of terror and panic, sleeping in the forest again after partaking in Vino Tinto drinking in front of my tent while watching the flickering flames of my little campfire, my mental processes miles away in the Land Of Negative Dwellings, ponderings of long lost family and crazy adventures in third world garbage belts, totally fucked-up gray brain cells going helter-skelter, honkey-bonkey inside the Gringo head again...not exactly a way to enjoy what was suppose to be a relaxing cycle holiday, though negativity is also a sensation to grap on to...
At least a period of much needed withdrawal from the Sacred Internet, enough perpective gained here to realize how fucking addictive that nutty piece of human invented technology is, hours of useless sorting through unwanted Penis Enlargement E-mail adds with glory detailed photo attachments to get you going, visiting websites that are as useless as humankind spending all that dough in the late sixties to send a man walking on the moon...
Yeah, Barcelona, here I come, five days of cycling along the mediteranean coast and we will one more time meet like old Amigos!!!
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