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I went to America once; it wasn't that great. All that happened was: being adopted by a rich family for Passover and experiencing real insanity first hand, tagging along with a bunch of hippies from Austin back to their base in Iowa and partying with them for a week while watching them build HFH while stoned out for their minds, being dragged back to rural West Virginia by a farmgirl I met in a nearby city who turned out to be a bunch of whackjob bible bashers, challenged to a bare-knuckle bout on the streets of Baltimore by a tweaker who took offence to my Phillies sock monkey, catching the subway back downtown after a one-nighter in Philly while trying not to vomit everywhere surrounded by suits on their way to work circa 7am, 14-hour trek from the southern tip of Manhattan to the northern tip while stopping at every 3rd pub along the way (next time I'll start at the top so I'm not getting to Harlem just as it's getting dark :confused:), a Jamaican guy in Philly following me and two other guys for blocks and blocks trying to convince us to accompany him to the local gay club after trying to sell us weed and producing a mysterious golden square in the palm of his hand when we declined his invitation, being propositioned on the spot by the black girl who was serving me at a sandwich bar in a casino in Atlantic City and the old lady in line behind me being horrified, the Mexican girl in a San Diego pub who decided I had to have the best last night in America ever, watching a German backbapcker marry an Irish stripper in Vegas within 45 mins after getting into town, ran into Neil Finn on the footpath in Washington DC, shouted drinks in a Baltimore gay bar for having a pretty accent, a nutter Muslim black guy with a cool beard in Philly claiming to be my guardian angel and walking me 40 blocks back downtown around 3am so I didn't get killed (gave him $1), getting thrown out of an Austin pub for allegedly mocking the intelligence some chick who turned out to be the barman's gf, waking up at 5am at some student sharehouse after getting invited to a college party in Pittsburgh and having no idea where I was and without a map so I had use some cathedral on the horizon to guide me back to where I was staying ....and so forth.

5/10 trip.
 
I went to America once; it wasn't that great. All that happened was: being adopted by a rich family for Passover and experiencing real insanity first hand, tagging along with a bunch of hippies from Austin back to their base in Iowa and partying with them for a week while watching them build HFH while stoned out for their minds, being dragged back to rural West Virginia by a farmgirl I met in a nearby city who turned out to be a bunch of whackjob bible bashers, challenged to a bare-knuckle bout on the streets of Baltimore by a tweaker who took offence to my Phillies sock monkey, catching the subway back downtown after a one-nighter in Philly while trying not to vomit everywhere surrounded by suits on their way to work circa 7am, 14-hour trek from the southern tip of Manhattan to the northern tip while stopping at every 3rd pub along the way (next time I'll start at the top so I'm not getting to Harlem just as it's getting dark :confused:), a Jamaican guy in Philly following me and two other guys for blocks and blocks trying to convince us to accompany him to the local gay club after trying to sell us weed and producing a mysterious golden square in the palm of his hand when we declined his invitation, being propositioned on the spot by the black girl who was serving me at a sandwich bar in a casino in Atlantic City and the old lady in line behind me being horrified, the Mexican girl in a San Diego pub who decided I had to have the best last night in America ever, watching a German backbapcker marry an Irish stripper in Vegas within 45 mins after getting into town, ran into Neil Finn on the footpath in Washington DC, shouted drinks in a Baltimore gay bar for having a pretty accent, a nutter Muslim black guy with a cool beard in Philly claiming to be my guardian angel and walking me 40 blocks back downtown around 3am so I didn't get killed (gave him $1), getting thrown out of an Austin pub for allegedly mocking the intelligence some chick who turned out to be the barman's gf, waking up at 5am at some student sharehouse after getting invited to a college party in Pittsburgh and having no idea where I was and without a map so I had use some cathedral on the horizon to guide me back to where I was staying ....and so forth.

5/10 trip.
Yeah yeah, so you went to America. Stop going on about it.
 
Waste of time if you ask me. Same could be said about those wanky contiki tours. Would much rather go somewhere myself in which I make up the itinerary as I go. Which is the usual bars along walking street year in year out
 

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