From Writhe’s journal: Tonight is the night I was supposed to meet Anke at the club here in Berlin. I hung out at the hostel before I went out because I knew I didn’t want to be late. In my[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
From Writhe’s journal: I waited for those people to come back at 8:00 so that we could all go out to eat, but they never showed up. I got caught up playing backgammon and cards with different people and then[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
From Writhe’s journal: I went on a tour yesterday that left from my hostel at 9 in the morning. It took a long time as it was a walking tour, but I saw some great things and heard a bunch[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
From Writhe’s journal: A park in Prague, somewhere near the river. “So” means Saturday on their calendars here, so that means the laundry is closed. I go to a different traveler’s hostel because it says in the guidebook that they[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
From Writhe’s journal: My train arrives in Prague and I immediately try to find a city map or cash station. I find the information office, but it’s closed on this day every week. What luck I seem to be having.[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
From Writhe’s journal: I met F at his work at 6 and we go bike riding again. We stop at a grocery store to get some food which we eat in a very large park. We ride some more, but[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
From Writhe’s journal: I arrive in Vienna and contact F right away. He picks me up outside the post office in the train station. While I w as waiting for him I noticed a lot of punk/goth-looking people hanging about,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
From Writhe’s journal: I knew the first thing I was going to write was that I fucked up my hair. I was staying at the Addams Family-style B&B in a room on the top floor. It had a tiny window[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
From Writhe’s journal: I arrive in Heidelberg, exchange some money, and begin to think that I got ripped off. Nothing I can really do about it. I find a phone that accepts change and actually works. I call J, my[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
From Writhe’s journal: The Alps next to Lake Geneva were beautiful. Too bad I was on the other side of the train and couldn’t see them very well. At least the train has really large widows. It was kinda strange[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…