{"id":4526,"date":"2017-06-07T19:29:46","date_gmt":"2017-06-07T15:29:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lenafaber.com\/blog\/?p=4526"},"modified":"2026-02-26T18:46:06","modified_gmt":"2026-02-26T14:46:06","slug":"portland-rush","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lenafaber.com\/blog\/portland-rush\/","title":{"rendered":"Portland Rush"},"content":{"rendered":"
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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.<\/div>\n

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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.<\/div>\n
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.<\/div>\n
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.<\/div>\n
Ha-ha. I met Jane, we \u0442ortured 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.<\/div>\n