Good Eveningk Baltimore!

Howdy doody.
Wowie a lot has happened since I last wrote, and I might have to skim over the finer points.

Oregon happened. Made my way to La Guardia, then through Philly to Portland. Flying into the P-Dawwwwg we came right past Mt Hood- this freaking huge, lone ranger of a mountain, all covered in snow- and also past Mt Saint Helens, the gutted, defeated volcano. Caught the tram to meet my couchsurfing host Kena, a girl who's set up her own volunteering initiative in Africa, is a vegan, fire-twirling, dread-locked acrobat artist. Supposedly this is all pretty usual in Portland. Bit of a shock coming from the ol conservative East Coast, believe you me.
The few days I spent there seeing films, buying derricious jewellery, eating derricious food, drinking derricious microbrews, getting toured around by some couchsurfing kids and just chillin. It was lovely to be taken under peoples' wings and just give myself to being there. It was such an easy place to be. But yeah, it's homogenous, rich, hipster to the death, and super comfortable. But bloody great.

Then I smanged my way down to Eugene through a crazy rideshare that involved a dirty ragamuffin basketeer who was going to study herbology in the forest, a chirpy ranga father who had driven from LA to Minneapolis and back to attend his daughter's graduation, and a homeless guy with a brown weathered face and a dog called Annie, brushed and washed for the trip, scrubbed up alright.

Eugene was a hoot. Unfortunately it's one of the worst places in the States for allergies, but no biggie. There I was welcomed into the families of some student co-ops- The Campbell Club and The Lorax- and immediately upon arrival was handed a delicious plate of vegetable delight and asked what my horoscope was. We spent some lazy days riding bikes around, doing tie dye, sitting in the sun, cooking, being sumo wrestlers, and generally feeling the love. There were a few parties and Gavin! made an appearance at the open mike as a result of some much-needed encouragement.

Then I went back to rainy New York and within a few hours caught another ride upstate New York to visit some rellies. That was peaceful: days spent drinking tea, wandering around Jay Mountain, hearing stories and cooking. On my final night my aunt and I had quite a few wines looking over to Whiteface Mountain- an old Winter Olympics site- and munged hardcore on stirfy. All enjoyable.

THEN I spent about a day back in NYC before Poppa G flew in. We've been doing some touristy New York things, eating nicely, sleeping in ritzy hotels, all the things I could not afford to so far. So it's a treat being looked after like that.

Arrived in Baltimore about an hour ago with the help of a girl called Erica who saw we had no flippin idea where we were. We got off the bus wayyy too early, right out in the burbs, but she managed to give us a lift to the hotel door. Absolute champ.

Now zhe farzzzha has passed out on the bed so Imma rouse him, then go get some food and have an early night.

bissouxxx to ya'llllll