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August 16, 2010

The problem with trying to keep this blog updated is that there isn’t enough time to do it well. I’ve had time to post quick summaries, but i haven’t had time to really write about everything–the stray cats, the smells, the odd people (the man in the Vienna hostel who told me over breakfast about his first love, and theย  way his son-in-law, a priest, had lost faith and become disillusioned with the church, and after this story he invited me on some sort of Christian-ish “treasure hunt;” or the old man in my Istanbul hostel with cotton in his ears, who kept saying, “sorry, what? i have cotton in my ears.”ย  Also many of the weirdest people in hostels have been Americans. When you get further east than London/Paris/Rome, you start getting fewer, but weirder Americans. What does this say about me?)

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