Portland Rush
Was in a hurry to meet with three newspapers in Portland, lost trail signs right in front of Portland, cycled to Route 1, hitchhiked, was late.
My “drivers” co-ordinated and fixed everything! It was a mother with a daughter, of course, never took hitchhikers before, but today, on some reason, did. A mother jumped out of the car at the hairdresser, a daughter, Angelina, changed her in a driver’s seat, and we took off to one of my meeting points. She left voice messages to all, everybody phoned back, and I met everyone.
So this day I saw a Portland hipsters’ co-working office and a cool place called Urban Farm Fermentory – a bar with a lot of space and fermented drinks. It reminded me of my Moscow places and times when I was working as a journalist. I miss these places and these people.
It was already late when I came to the place, which I can’t wait, Apple Store. I was in urgent need to upgrade my device. I even gave up my thoughts about how I was going to find a place to sleep in a total business area after 9 PM.
Ha-ha. I met Jane, we тortured the same manager with setting up our new iPhones. The next was unbelievable: Jane’s car wasn’t big enough, so I locked my bike in McDonald’s garage around the corner for the night, and we drove a few miles to Jane’s place. She was a publisher for a glossy magazine for the cheese industry. In Moscow, I sometimes wrote for wine brands, which made us a kind of colleague.
I didn’t use my hammock, because she offered me a spare bedroom. The next morning Jane drove me back to McDonald’s, they got my bike out of their garage, and I started pedaling towards Portsmouth.