2003, TYTANCHAOS IN THE GIANTS' FOREST english version

2003 tytanchaos nella foresta dei giganti

TYTANCHAOS IN THE GIANTS’ FOREST

( sorry for my english but i learn myself and sometimes i do some mistakes)United States, august 2003

Sunday 24 it is my first flight . it is like before you get into fights. I feel a light tension at the boarding gate. on the airplane, as soon as you switch on the engine the tension goes. it's like when you begin to fight. and I enjoy too much. I deliberately chose to place at the window. feeling the power of the plane that lifts you is the first amusement. the 2 ° is when the aircraft reaches its maximum height, the trajectory leaves the diagonal and takes the horizontal. we fly among stars and clouds. on which the sun's rays rain and shine like  myriad of nuggets of gold in a world all white. i takeoff from London, with a giant of the British . my neighbors are a couple of Colorado and they are my age. the girl asks me about tits and I wonder what the hell he's saying. then she starts to say that British girls are all busty. ah, ok. she want to bring my attention on his shirt: she has the 4 th! well, she is glad and i am happy too. i will alternate glances at the 'Atlantic Ocean on the coast of Ireland with the glances at the boobs of u.s.a.'s girl.  4 hours later, a wild land, full of lakes and jagged breaks in the clouds: the American coast, Terranova, the shores of Labrador, one of magic land of my ego. we trough the magic Land, and the Ontario and I've never seen a land without a trace of civilization so great. one hour before landing on the other hand looms Colorado, an arid region, interrupted only by circular fields. at customs of denver we are in a row. already 2 guys dont get to enter. one is Arab, the other must be a criminal. 4 policemen are: a Chinese, who is the more son of a bitch, a good cop-girl, a bad copgirl and a sexy. how do I know which one is good and one bad? simply from the face. the fate give me the good cop. Upon seeing that I stay in Yellowstone she stop to check and she tells me to be careful of the grizzly bear. I'm about to explode as if  juve scores in champions league but the airport is full of people and I have to hold back. after 20 min. of "reaserch" in the largest airport of the states, I find the bus to the center thanks to a hostess who engage too much for help me  and after she even want to give me the dollars because the small machine dont give rest! 2 bullshit already heard in Italy have fallen: that Americans are fat and are grumpy. they seem almost any kind like in Scandinavia. it's about 19.00 when the curtain of United states opens to me. at denver  the streets are wide, there are 10% of cars that in Europe we can see just in science fiction  (like bob & luke colored by way of bat-mobile), 70% of jeeps and pickup, the trucks very beautiful with a long snout and very few motorbikes. at Greyhound terminal my organization I had done in Italy proves to be perfect and everything runs smoothly. it's 10 pm and at the gate to Los Angeles there are a lot of blacks and at the pueblo's gate a lot of Puerto Ricans who look at me very interested. The Puerto Rican girls are cool. to my gate, however, to Salt Lake City, there are just like grunge-people and peaceful people. My calculation was perfect, I decreased the risk of robbery at a minimum. I do the ticket ameripass. it lasts 3 weeks and I can run from the Pacific to the Atlantic at will, a kind of Eurail's greyhound. the dealer-guy advice to me don’t buy this ticket :

"It's very expansive 400 $”       

Then line up at the gate there are extravagant scenes. a girl puts the suitcase next to me and said, "do you look at it?"                                                                                

 I nod, speechless. she leaves and comes back after 20 minutes.

her "thank you. where are you from? "

I "Italy. i say you an advice. do not ever come. especially in a town: Naples "

her "why?"

I "write to the U.S. Embassy on you and you will see the ban. you forbiddenn "       

Monday 25  the road that goes in the utah winds wide between the large orange-brown earth and vegetation stubborn, low and bare of the dry Colorado. Utah starts with a small, pleasant canyon. they are like the grand canyon, but only 100-200mtri large, spectacular, deep in the desert under us and anonymous. unknown but very beautiful. salt lake city as big as I consider it Monza, as the Swiss clean and quiet as a village in the Val d'Aosta. pity that the lake is far. I climb the hills of the slope. when I arrive at the beginning of the path i discover it is a regional park. arid hills from which you look at the plain of Utah contained between the Rocky Mountains about 50 km. the great salt lake is close to grenade mounts, low and flat on top style badlands. My first animal is the squirrel who here has the gray-black fur on his back. while I am in line for the bus the guy that is next to me tells me to be a ranger in Yellowstone, and I will make him the backcountry permit or permission to sleep in the forest. the journey is long. the territories of the states are lots of wild and beautiful.

 is not like that in Milan there is a city after another. here are hundreds of miles of wild and subdesert then every now and then, from deep red rocks and sand carmine or small plants a city tick. they are large. everything is great. roads, lanes. the houses are generally made of wood, not very accurate, low. in front of each house, without fail, even before the most "rundown" is parked or the pick-up or jeep. arrival in Idaho Falls that night. there is no fucking bus x Yellowstone! is 160 km from the legendary park. no fucking bus! The taxi costs $ 300. or I buy a mountain bike and I will do it in 3 days. but the Rangers understand my situation and he said "tomorrow I'll bring you"

we take a room together for spending share.

but he says "no, keep the $ 20, enjoy with them in u.s."

I am fucking lucky. he is very good guy. then  he say "please, do not say it around but I am pro-Communist"

I "up to you"

Tuesday 26 Mike, the ranger, is a volunteer in contrast to his sergeant who comes to take the jeep. his sergeant is a blonde-girl with features like holland (8).

Mike tells me "please, do not say it around"

I "what?"

him "I am also a pacifist"

I "you're really bad happened. Communist and pacifist in the states "

him "you? what you think, politically, Che Guevara or Adolf or nothing? "

I "I believe in the politics of the Cimbri and the Teutons, in case of defeat means. know who they were? "

He is very amused , and so also the sergeant and so i told them the history of two people untill the massacre of Aix-en-Provence.

him "and if you win?"

I "then I believe in the politics of the Vandals and Visigoths in the Iberian Peninsula"

Rangers have very fun. at noon we enter Wyoming. we turn off into a wide road, but dirt and penetrate in a mixed forest to swamp vast and unspoiled. absolutely beautiful. Then we reach the southern entrance. My plan was to start from the western gate and so I have to change the itinerary. i am in Yellowstone, the park myth of all trekkers. it is like the mecca for muslim or the Vatican for the Christians, at least once in a life a man like me or like mike should go. they make me permission and then sell me a map explaining in detail the behavior that I have to if I meet a bear. of course I pretend to agree with them. they may not know that ethology is my hobby and even that I know how to behave and that their methods are wrong 30%. . My ethology is never wrong because it is carved in my ego as a rune in an enchantment. I know how to communicate with a bear. however, the bears of Yellowstone and Yosemite are special. if I were in Banff or Denali with kodjakss i had no problem but here light static of  adrenaline accompany me on the track because here the grizzlies and Baribal may decide to attack the humans. because few years ago people threw sandwiches by the windows of cars. the bears have learned and then began smashing the windows and robbery the tourists. Old Faithful is 48 km from here. i will divide the march towards the world famoust geyser in 2 days. in late afternoon i start and i walk along the track. the forest is eternal as that of Sarek. somebody told me is of red larch. the track is sandy and so is harder trekking. i sighted 3 other squirrels. then i through a meadow of yellow grass of many km. Mike had told me that I have to wade through 5 rivers. the first is wide, the water was coming over the knees while the watercourse turn to north toward the lawn off against endless forest. The forest aground against shining peaks of grand teton. meat a long snake and then 2 herons. and 2 deer at 100 meters. ease of wildlife observation here is impressive. every 30 min up to meet an animal. i come back into the forest and i hike along the river bechelor and its canyon purple-brown that on the other side gets up to dozens of  meters. I then camped. a bloody, terrible toothache disturbs me with hard and motherfucker pains. night falls next to the waterfall. 15 meters in a large animal moving in the woods. I have to fold and remove the fear of the Yellowstone's grizzly. I leave the tent. Moose is a 2-fold greater than that faced in sweden. while i sleep sometimes  i wake up with a thundering of hooves on the ground of the canyon. rate lanscapes: 8

Wednesday 27 today, a little before midnight i catalog the time as one of the more spectacular in my life. however i start talking by the morning. I wake up early and after a few hours of sleep interrupted constantly by the moose  i walk through the valley of bechelor under the autumn rain fall. I say autumn because the temperature is so. the last of the 5 fords fuck me. I get the water to the belly, the river is wide between 7 and 10 mti, the current is impetuous and throws me on the water among the pebbles. the river drag me for 5-6 meters; then I cling to a rock and I get up. knapsack and  wet dress and are not a problem but the camera is touted as well as photos of yesterday! Fuck! Here the trail starts to climb. the soil of the Rocky Mountains has the characteristic not found in Europe to be sandy. as a sandy beach. we talk about a few mm thick. and so a few hours of sleep, to 4 days from landing on Jat lag is felt. sandy, and uphill. in the rain. well. about every 20 mti i meet a squirrel chipmunk crossing the track in front of me and climbs on the bark. they could sit still in the woods and I would see it not but he crosses the road. ethologically I think he wants to check if I have good interesting food for him. and in fact, I hung the belt pouch of granola. arriving at a plateau lawn and wide. there are 2 raptors osprey flying around their nest, among the conifers. they are large and the opening wings will span more than 1 meter. As soon as they saw me, they whistle and get 2 more, fall within the flight of the first couple and then together, widening a circle around the tree.  a clear strategy for contain my intrusion. As soon as I removed a further 50 meters they were again dispersed. down again I see 2 females deers in the forest in a clearing, so I leave the path to better observe and about 5 meters from the path between the trees i find the magical beauty of Yellowstone. There are 5 holes in the ground. emit some fumes that spread through the grass, while others contain pools of colored water, purple, blue etc.. 20.07 Arrival at the village of Old Faithful. 35 km. Yellowstone is a kind of square of about 70 km per side. inside there are numerous paths for hiking and then a paved road to 8. along this road is Old Faithful. 1 hotel, 1 camping, 1 restaurant and some bungalows. I eat a hamburger with fries. Slovak waitress begin to talk me.  in the evening i return in the forest and choose a place to sleep. i am 500mti about the "village". and I sleep in a sleeping bag.  and then  my brothers of  the wild chaos wake up me, a few minutes before midnight, as in prohibited fables. I want to explode like a goal from Trezeguet but then they'd run away. I enjoy. this moment is worth the entire holiday. 2 are behind, to 20 meters and fight. they growl and bite. one cry for pain. Then in front of me, about 50 meters a 3 rd sing with a low howl. I explode inside me. I left the sleeping bag. the 2 behind move towards the third, I am between, they move forward in a straight line. they make no noise with the feet, but i hear they feel closer because still to fight. then silence in the dark conifers in the park, in the magic of wild force. then their shapes of shadow beside me, about 20 meters and walk towards the 3 rd, who probably calls them. they have smelled me. and they widened the path not to interbreed. wolves. to 4 days after my arrival are already satisfied with my journey. rate lanscapes: 8

Thursday 28 today, I only slept in a sleeping bag and drop the tent here because I do not need. I sit on the benches in front of Old Faithful. the world famoust geyser is surrounded by numerous other geysers scattered from 'lady supreme architect "wild nature" in this valley between the rocky. Old Faithful is a crater grey chalky surrounded by white ground. puffing steam as more time waiting for the fateful hour and fateful minutes. the time comes and the geyser erupts every day as the applause of the audience. hot fountain stands 20 meters while the other geysers puffing. i go walking down this land for a lots of km. forms of the geysers are so strange and pleasant that it is difficult to describe them according to the criteria of the geometry.

There are also dozens of hot springs: the smoke rising from natural wells. seems that steam has melted and then torn this land. others contain water, purple, blue, green. on the march i walk to 7-8 meters from a bison that is licking the bark of a pine tree. it stops. gives me a look. Usual secret trick to avoid that it became angry and him continue to enjoy his lunch again tolerate me. I think bison are herbivores aesthetically most beautiful. are big, strong and elegant as the maximum weight boxers. These Americans have thick, dark fur around the neck and head. Then i continue virtually alone in the forest burned by the fire of 97. there is a canine who walks in front of me. is far away. it is too large to be a fox, too small to be a wolf. along the 20 km that separate me from Camp madison he appears 4 times, always between 40 and 60 meters. maybe it is following me and it is so sly to do it from the front to prevent me suspicious. I'm very tired because of the Jat lag is very up but the kid is funny. arrival in Madison. there is a wonderful river that winds narrow and placid on the Prairie while the peaks of the rocky real estate and look solemn. I go to take the pitch for sleep and the ranger tells me "to lots of miles. how many? "

I "see?"

her "from eyes. how many? "

I "68 in 2 days and a half, but it is the Jat lag that break me '

I am going to place my sleeping bag and it is there. 10 meters. it followed me and then it waited. it is silver-gray, slightly lower than a German shepherd, with the sharp nose and the hair often than that of wolves. it is a coyote. I go to my pitch. I take the sandwich, the spread and throw it on the ground a few meters from my knapsack then I go to 30 meters and i wait. it arrives, it smells it and goes decided to ham. it steals it and leaves. There are silly people who speak about istinct.  these silly can trekking only on street montenapoleone in milano because it is the place for the weak who are light-years away from the essence of things. the coyote follows me, from the front for more! It waited and then waited to distract me. My malice is never wrong, so I pretended to distract myself, I opened the gate to my ham. and kid hit. a tactic is thought. that animals think is the more obvious thing in the world. but those who seek richness, or worse, the power can not live in the truth of things and so he create a world weak, simple and artificial cities known civilizations where to hide his weaknesses. while by fashion they hiding their inner squalor. the foolish, the weak and their bejewelled spouses or who would like bejeweled  living in this illusory world and they live on the backs of their slaves. this is the human civilization. I will live in the forest, in the truth of things where the weaknesses do not survive.

 and even the coyotes live here. rate lanscapes: 9

Friday 29  two hippy, a Rasta with his girl, charge me on a battered old car a kind like bob & luke and lead me to Canyon Village. the coyote of yesterday cross the street. along the road skirting a beautiful meadow where many bison graze . at the village, almost in the geographical center of the national park, i rent a bungalow because it rains. Then i trekk for 6 km along the path of the canyon. the river flows continuously curving between the red-yellow clay walls of the beautiful canyons. then it dives into the most beautiful waterfall I have ever seen and then beats the piltvice havens. the waterfall, fierce and wide, it flows between the large and smooth walls bare, closely near a pillar of rock that rises from the shore up to the sky. there, on top, a pair of birds of prey lands on the nest. behind them the mighty waterfall roars and flies free in the river crashing free and impetuous. at return I see a deer-mule huddled sleeping in the bush and then the usual ubiquitous chipmunk. the territories of squirrels should not be over 50 meters perimetric. often acorns between the front legs.

 Yellowstone program it well and you have a period of about 10-13 days. and one day i will come back and i will hike whole. rate landscapes: 10

Saturday 30  today is the day of the autostop. they are 220 the kms that separate me from the bus station in Idaho Falls. The first 2 are two old men who leave me in Madison, where i see 2 other bison. after 1 km walk to the west, a Mexican charge me. the guy has 4 kids and so I have to lie down in the trunk full of bags of the inevitable jeep. I estimate that 75% of americans has a jeep or a pick-up. he drives along a superbeauty river that flows on the prairie in the tunnel of trees ombrelliformi. perched on the branches there are between 15 and 25 sea eagles. one of more beautiful animal on the planet. beautiful, brown, with white head and yellow beak. I see many more deer-mule. The Mex leaves me at the border of the park to West Yellowstone. 2 Texans guys here I load onto another car "bob & luke". even they are communist and pacifist as  mike. I leave to 100 km from my purpose. but then  a mason bald, fat, and with the goatee charge me.

He says "i'ma bricklayer. how much gains a bricklayer in Italy? "

I "about 1500 euros per month"

him "here in 3000 and truck-driver?"

I "about 2500 per month"

him "here everyweek 2500"

on the other hand I gain only 15 km, but after half an hour other 2 bricklayers charge me on the pick-up. The highway is straight, very wide and cut into 2 the infinite field of potatoes which is the 'Idaho. Then a Mormon farmer charge me.

I say "i want sex get, where are here bitch"

him "oh no, no. do not do it here and not do it even if you go back in Utah! if you try to buy a woman you go into jail. in Nevada or California then you can buy, not here "

then he tells me that Idaho has the highest world production of potatoes and I believe him because it shows. he let me after 55 km St. Anthony, a remote village along the highway. I eat a cookie as good as those of Northern Europe near the monument of the village: a tank super cool. is the type of panzer deutsch but all green. I'm sorry for the great mike, but there are more beautiful things of pacifism.

and how to stay in tune with the tank who charge me?: another  ramshackle car stops. it is like luke and bob's cabriot. the guy has had a few drinks, but reasons. he hides the beer in the box of milk.

him "you know that my job?"

I "Which?"

him "i am a Marine"

then begins to tell interesting stories of battle in Afghanistan. However, peppered by a sensational bullshit: I "really? you have been in Serbia? "

him "oh, yes, sometimes the world called  us and the U.S. answers yes, okay, we help you!"

I "iit s so...."

he looks a little hurt and he said "why?"

I, " it make war to get economic corridors and mines for ethical values ​​neither  for their country. Israel for example is a corridor, and has always been the more important to the planet. no fucking war of religion there. and there has never been "

he became angry and gives me a long monologue about things that do not exist as the wars of religion and the defense of democracy.

him, "Do you understand now?"

I "feel, I think I have covert"

him, "you joke!"

The soldier leaves me at 25 km from my city. stop a mega pick-ups.

the man "I am going other side but come"

the guy is a bricklayer. is the standard (incorrect) of the great Pugliatti and weigh 150 kg. and he is too good, he bring me for 25 km and he requests information to take me right to the bus station.

him "Italy! very romantic place! it's great the way you have fun! "

I'm going to be and I wonder what the fuck is the difference between theirs and ours amusement and where the fuck is this romanticism. they go to the pub watching the football and we look at soccer, they go to dance and so are we. we go to house-girls and brazil them, well they call and send... usa-girls. bah, where the hell is This difference and romance? I absolutely have to find out.

I "' there is a lots of u.s. girls pretty and aggressive enough  almost like English-girls "

he fun "Italian women are sweet"

then this has just decided to surprise me.

I "the Italian girls well, are so sweet that just discover your bank account or fall in love right away, or leave you now"

him "no, because you say that? if so would not take the chair and not fall into the street "

I "the chair?.... the chair in the street!?"

he "in the evening when you go out together. you stand there all the way "

I "to mean in the company ... ...but the chair ! which chair? I understand it? the chair "

He "is the chair. There are many women too, look what I've heard. my friend does not talk crap. in the evening, on the sidewalk "

I "sorry, hear me. tell me what do the Italians and the Italian-girls, in detail, in the evening "

him, "Look, I know. not only at weekends, every day "

I "ok. calm. So us every day, at night we go and we are in the company... "

him "in the street!"

I "ok. in the street. but the chair has to do what the fuck "

him, "you do not use it?"

This has the charismatic power to leave me speechless.

I "no. because the other Italian? "

him, "you live, you know  better than me!"

I "ok. then. start over, every night Italians take to the streets and what they do? "

he looks at me as if I was testing "you sit down with your sweet girls and play the mandolin"

I can not replicate. He looks at me as if he had cheated and chuckles, "my friend was there."

my hitchhiking trip-ends at 16.30. later in the evening i enter in the pub of Idaho Falls. I eat like a pig mexican food while Americans look the football game.

 The pub has a central, circular bar. the tables are the 4 sides of the wall. the pub is full. Hence the bud beer is good and is not mineral water like in italy. u.s. people keep the bouncers and in the evening dancing among the tables.

Sunday, 31 & Monday, September 1 to 22.00 of the August 30 i start from Idaho Falls, arriving at 5.00 of 31 in Salt Lake City. 9.00 i leave for California. through the southern section of Idaho, miles and miles of desert grass subdesertica yellowish, some subsurface canyons with heights similar to the grand canyon. absolutely spectacular. between one town and another, and sometimes also it speaks of 100 km, the states are wild as few countries in the world firts world ( ) and gives performances exceptional, absolutely anonymous and unknown. the steppe is divided, cut from a huge pit, and inside, almost beneath us, there are the beautiful rock formations eroded. rate 10 full. My journey continues in Oregon. I learned british English and when I speak with the English, the first 2 days, I always repeat to speak up because I have not yet the ear. Strangely, however, with the Americans i understand even if they speak fast. because I know the words (because an intelligent learning before vocabulary and grammar after) i understand 70% of what they say. masons who speak of the work, pliers, hammers, etc.., others discussing sex, others discussing various crap, frankly (but was to be expected) the America of the movie, at least here where I am, does not exist. I do not see or I feel that Americans are trying to cheat all the time but people always ready to help others and very willing to talk. the blacks, on the contrary of our Senegal people here are quite grumpy. however the rear seats are always occupied by the rapper. they rapping all day and stop only at night. The Greyhound stops about every 2 hours. in the middle of the desert or the endless fields of potatoes is mc, Burgher King, KFC and Subway. I go down and I buy or coke or a sandwich and even the other. Americans do not have fixed hours for eating. There are hot dogs and fried 250 g that disappear in the throats even at 6 am. invariably, however, Ancher rappers go down and challenge them with other coach, today there were whites vs. blacks. Sept. 1 at 5 I wake up in Portland. My bus leaves at 9, so I go to have breakfast downtown. the city is deserted. i meat a big fat bald and bearded man who looks like Giuliano Ferrara. he asked if there is any open store because today is a national holiday. I dont know . however, he decides to make the road with me. he claims to be a country guitarist. he ask "where are you from?"

I "Italy"

he shouts in the street (he claims that he is singing but for me is shouting) "o sole miooooooooo "

he uses the lyrical tones. when i leave again the bus moves down the coast. the waves of the Pacific Ocean have long frothy tongues. the rocks are high, steep, and lonely large blocks about 40 meters from the beach. there is some Gulf. a beautiful coastline. entered into California we through these villages topographically structured as a long narrow rimini even if the houses are beautiful and bright colors of wood. I buy a granita. like all the kitchens, when it comes to desserts, they are also best of 'Italian-food. they put  the milk and it is like a shake. fucking tasty. my journey-odyssey ends at 19.00 in Crescent City. I go to a motel for $ 42.  the master is from Fiji  and says "oh you are Italian. at 22.00 you have to do? "

I "no"

He "come here I'll show you the pictures"

I am going to eat Thai and then I go to the reception. the idea of ​​seeing a country that i will never see intrigues me . it is 22.00, i enter and he's not there . There is a girl lying on the couch. more than half of the neckline has tits outside. you "are you italian?"

I "yes"

her "seat with me"

Very well. I take her in the room. she is Mexican, pretty (6), black hair, skin dark enough. she is expensive, $ 120 but she play with me even with french-kiss and then i let she also sleep with me, and so the price becomes supercheap. to fucking is hot, she panting caliente.

Tuesday 2 with just $ 2 to laundrey i wiped all my clothes. laundry rooms here are all self-service. we can go at night. they are large rooms full of washing machines and other for drying. There are benches around. there is never the master. I start my exploration in the Redwood National Park. I walk away than 1.5 km from the Pacific coast, through the industrial area of ​​town. u.s. guys work.it is September. There are joiner-factory. i begin to rise after two bends of the hills and the forest of redwoods in my eyes is manifested in all its magical splendor. the tallest trees in the world have the huge trunk, the average diameter of more meters. the redwoods are raised by the sea surrounded by vines and moss undergrowth and pierce the glimpses of blue sky up to 50-60 meters in height. but there are also monsters from 100 to 120 meters. the path is short, estimated at between 4 and 5 km, but the wood is definitely the best beautiful forest I have ever seen. seems to be in fancy books. these unusual species also live over 1000 years.

 those of 50 meters, most were here when Columbus was not yet born, as long as there has been a discovery of America. simply because the Russian map and then analyzing the Bering Strait and in fact can be deduced mathematically that the Mongol Siberian natives of the Aleutian Islands of Alaska knew. hence there are no broken links in a chain. a chain that goes by the Incas to the Indo-Europeans. so it is stupid to support the discovery of America. the truth is that the Byzantines, for example, or even before, the Celts knew that there was this continent and its peoples. the Chinese also knew, even the Mayans. litfiba as they say, the whole story is a big lie. the discovery of cocaine in the mummified bodies of Egyptian pharaohs is a test only for those finicky. for people like me it had already light. I am not a scientist. I not have  culture, but intelligence and simply looking at the map I had deduced. no fuckin 'discovery of America. Egyptian pharaohs used the cocaine. and then imported from areas of the Incas. historians argue that perhaps at that time there were not even the Incas! But the facts show that the Egyptians were importing cocaine from america. old sequoias dominate me and make me feel as small as an follet, were even here at the time of the First Crusade! Here there are several Baribal and cougars, but I only see 2 blue jays and the usual chipmunk.

 I sleep at night in a motel of a Filipino-lady that i liked to fuck. I read my book dragonlance, companions, the best book after the trilogy, and someone yells. I go out on the balcony and there is a police car with flashing lights. The cops are on the balcony of the motel of yesterday. leaving a room handcuffed with a guy who screams. then leaves behind a girl who answers him screaming. she is the mexican girl of yesterday.rate lanscapes: 10

Wednesday 3 on the beach in Crescent City, there are many birds of various species. raptors, birds of the family of cormorants, gulls, etc. etc.. pity i  not have a lot of bird culture. 7 km to go down to another hostel where you can catch a couple of paths of the Redwoods NP, van that carries me I think is the van of the handicapped. 2 old men and I are the only healthy passengers. for the rest of the bus is the prerogative of the monopoly of the friends of the heroine. One is a cross between a zombie and a witch, always talking croaking like the monsters of cartoon. another is an old Indian. i never seen anybody so old destroyed by heroine. but more disturbing is a homeless woman who keeps asking if I want her cookies, a cigarette or a fucking mysterious object that has pulled out of her bag. If any of these items goes to my hostel I will be forced to tie him up and throw it into the ocean while sleeping. I do not understand and do not even want to understand why one uses heroin. one who uses hashish bust is good and bust it well and has fun and does it well. one that acids using risk the head but he get fun. one that uses the ecstasy, goes well, if not exaggerating he get  fun. but one who uses cocaine or the heroine is not understandable. in Milan, I estimate that 40% of young people use the cocaine. coca is not a buzz. it does not do a damn thing. I do not make me nothing. iit is simply useless to use it. but the heroine is the shit turned into a drug. reduces people to walking corpses, it steal them all and does not give him everything and anything. So it's like a demon, and then it put them in a cage and destroys everything. life is made to enjoy, to win and to take revenge. for fools-humanity  life is also made to get rich or become stars, empty words to the devotees of the void. However, life is beautiful. heroin is the opposite of life. Luckily I go down just me. the hostel is a colonial-style house, 2 floors, just inside the forest. it is virtually the hostel and the forest, the highway (with no guardrails and almost no traffic), the beach and the Pacific Ocean.

 the type of pension is a former hippie who, after 5 minutes of me getting on documents uses classic jeep and leads me to buy breakfast for tomorrow morning. I have a Thai dinner that will warm in the oven microwave. He tells me that whales arrive in October. The beach is sandy brown and hills rise up behind the forest-clad. 's advancing ocean waves of 1-1,5 meters and then falls on the beach flooded with long tongues. There are 2 guys that smoke hashish. one boy and his girl. since they  read my book, they see the title and say "are you spanish or italian?"

I "Italy"

then they ask about why they want to come to visit the latin peninsula and they offer me a cigarette. Marijuana is good and seems to smell. But unfortunately I can not smoke. I'd like to but now my path is another.

him "why?"

I "I smoked when I was 16-17 years, a couple of times a week. since this time i stop it. now gym, soccer and hiking. are my passions. I can not use drugs. drugs weaken or confuse the mind. and I really want to be always shiny and perfectly shaped. one must choose. or the pleasure of the drug or the pleasure of nature and the challenge. I chose the challenge "

him, "Oh, I think your life is boring '

I "who knows himself does not get bored"

He "also no alcohol?"

I "only on Friday and Saturday, I like for good beer"

him "the other day? even a drink? "

I "no"

him " and if you trekking in saturday?"

I "only a fool can get drunk in the forest. if  i get trekk to Saturday i dont drink nothing. do not joke with forest, it takes self-discipline "

his "coffee"

I "I drink coffee once a month about"

he looks at me raising his eyebrows"your life is fucking boring"

Thursday 4 yesterday i didnt come hier walking because I thought  it would rain. instead today with 1+1 i learn how is the pacific ocean in September: the sky in the morning is so gray that looks like it's going to blow a hurricane, the wind blows incessantly and the fog hides the base of the redwoods and pines. hippy-man is good and explains me the story of his life and how he decided to buy this colonial wood villa, isolated on the beach of redwods national park, in front of the world's largest ocean. The nearby village, klamath, will be about 7 km. of tourists, even in September, however, he get a lot. 8 we are today. the hippie continues to offer me food: oatmeal chocolate to melt in hot milk. Today I walk along the path of the redwood beach. technically there is no path and the only reference point is the map. I walk on the sand, i climb the rocks and to gulfs i climb the hills, and i go down again on the beach. Pacific waves are long and high and they break on sandy-colored wood and a few cm from the pelicans and blacks ducks  with red beak and thin. i hike while the waves of 1 meter slapping the gray rocks  big as islands, all isolated from each other, all at 20-30 meters from the shore. The beach is about 20 meters wide, then grow bushes that climb along the side of the hills. at 30 meters' height above the water, it has the first conifers, lower than a man, then there are the trees and then the huge redwoods and rugged, reddish, seem to belong to a mythological world. There are starfish on the rocks. the road is long, rotten for about 7 km. sometimes a black raptor with a wingspan of almost 2 meters out from the forest and runs on top of my head. has a red beak, I have to study ornithology, fuck!

 rocks are too high block access to what they call a hidden beach. i stop and sit down. two heads floating a few meters from the shore. the seals watch me. their eyes are very aware to indicate a very high intelligence. my photos disturb them and so they plunge for a few moments and then re-emerge. i wander  another huge rock and I am faced with a seal very cool. it is white spotted black  and is lying on a rock. i pics it just in time before it jets into the sea. gray seals, the harbor seals , i will meet again along 4 km of beach that will. i leave the beach and enter in the bush. there is a fork. the shrubs are so thick that they formed two adjacent tunnels and divergent plant. i enter to the left and climb onto a path that makes me along the ocean and the forest. I will be 40-50 meters in height. Then I hear the verses of marine mammals. there is a gap in the vegetation made for observing a large, flat rock on which  sea lions with golden fur rest . before leaving the forest a mammal as big as a fox excapes in front of me. i see it 4 times but the distance does not allow me to understand what it is. I stop in Klamath in a supermarket and ask the dealer where the 18.10's bus stops. it  will take me back to the hostel. the man tells me that the bus has already passed and is the latest. angry because I have to walk the 7 km that separate me from my bed, I take 2 drinks and I'll bring to the cashier. but the guy is on the phone and when he puts the phone down an amazing thing happens: he called the driver of the coach. the guy turned around and is coming to get me! I try to eat at the restaurant finally the U.S. national dish: the t-bon. almost as high a steak fiorentina with a t-shaped bone that divides. very good- rate landscapes: 7

5 Friday I spent the day reading on the beach, I ate another t-bon. I discovered that penetrating the redwoods, to the hinterlands of eastern California, is one of the wildest regions of the world. is like the Lapland in km and requires 10-15 days of trekking. it is the area where the bigfoot would live again relegated to cryptozoology. when a species is the prerogative of cryptozoology, has two options: either become permanently mythology or go to zoology. I speak with a guy  that asks me my opinion. Bigfoot? I think there are not legends. the legends are true to ancient times. it is as if a nuclear bomb burst and reduced the world to like ken-cartoons. and technology slowly disappearing. Then in 6000 years the TV would be completely forgotten. one man comes in and says "I think in 2000 there was a contraption that made you see pictures from other places"

all say "you joke but is bullshit. can not exist a contraption like that "

just because it transcends their experiences. but the TV there. the same way because it would not be able to exist on Bigfoot? before Tyrannosaurus were mythology and now paleontology.

him "so you do not believe that there are now"

I "could. but if there are it is not animal. an animal is intelligent but for its level sooner or later it shows man. if there is a Bigfoot is another humanoid race on the planet that is very well hidden and with a more sophisticated understanding of that animal "

him "no, for me it is and is an animal"

the man of the hostel let me sleep for free. I suppose it's for my passion for animals he likes me.

Saturday 6 i enter to the trail to Crescent City. it is next to the colonial villa. works like this: there is the house in the woods. The highway passes to 20 meters, 30 meters after it goes up to a bridge. beyond the highway there is the ocean. under the bridge there is a brook that flows into the ocean. The trail to crescent city descends beside the bridge, crosses the stream and go up  along the highway and the ocean untill crescent. I go down the path. noise. I turn toward the bridge. one man has jumped the guardrail of the bridge and he is going down in the forest, perpendicular to me. towards me. his terrain is tilted. If i go back the house is locked and no one there is because the hippie bring all the other guests to take a hike. my land is deliberately steep. I have to reach the stream before the man reaches me and after i must disappearing under the bridge . he walks bad and 1 km / h against my quick and my technique he cannot play the game. i win him very great and I sit on the beach with other tourists waiting for his next move. In fact, the man appears again on the highway from where he jumped. he looks and goes in the opposite direction, toward Klamath. he is probably one of the friends of the heroine but I can not distinguish his eyes. However i can not trekkie with a robber who wants me to tend the traps. he could wait me at the gate to return. the best solution when you have an enemy is to be near him. so just he is out of sight  through the highway, i take the path inward towards Klamath. one being the beach, with the highway on the left, but this is parallel and runs in the forest and i am on the right of the highway. after a few time i walk next to him, or rather above him. . the motherfucker plays the accordion while he walk along the highway. he could never see me because the vegetation is dense like Sumava Bohemian forest, the czech black forest. however, he compels me to follow his marching pathetically slow and the only thing that prevents me from being bored is the remote possibility that it could see me. i should beat this bastard untill the stretcher ! but it can not beat a heroine-friend, might have AIDS and he is so feeble that he could die! so the bastard makes me throw away the day. Trees of Mystery in Klamath he continues towards klamath. fuck you. tree of mystery is a cable car that runs among the redwoods. one that take it can understand better the powerful of this trees. There is also a restaurant. the restaurant's t-bon. However now the day is lost and I just have to wait for the bus munching on the appetizer u.s. : onion rings with various sauces, Sauces that in Italy people dont know. pass the hours. at 17.00 i decide come back to the hostel taking the luggages. but who comes from klamath?! the motherfucker. he opens the door of the restaurant and looks at me. in California there is death penalty. and it is not the place to kill people, especially in the Redwoods NP where there is only one road and villages of 2000 inhabitants. the waitress immediately called the owner. the u.s. man arrives decided, shouting and threatening him. he leaves. and he sits on the sidewalk in front of the window. the master, without knowing that he tried to rob me says "he's a Drugman, ha ha ha, he bullshit"

he waits patiently outside. At this point i just have to decide if  open his forehead with a kick or buy a bud and break in his eye. to me the choice. however it is not possible struggle skin vs skin with a people like this. the motherfucker makes a fatal mistake. he goes to the toilet, in that of the cable car. I go out, i take the path and disappeared. at the hostel  near to my pack there is a Pepsi. the hippies feel for me very sympathy. The Greyhound bus slammed on the brakes.

 and i 'm leaving for Los Angeles.

Sunday 7 i see san francisco lit by lanterns and stars. If one were to ask me how is ? I would say "boh". on the other hand i see los angeles  under the light of the sun. After 15 days in the states my ear is so accustomed to English that happened to me what happens at beets after 20 days: I knew the Dutch better than I thought. I hear the words well articulated when they talk fast and I understand almost 80% of what they say in conversations. my bus stop at the terminal. I have an hour before leaving for the ultimate purpose of the holiday. I go out. blacks and Puerto Ricans are leaning on the wall, across the street. chatting, smoking and watching. like in the movies. they are all good guys. it is a science. man's life is painted on his features. tactically, however, they can not rob me because there is  the car of the cops out of mc donalds. I enter the mc. I eat my fucking, tasty sandwich. enters a girl. we all stop eating  and the cops look at her dumbfounded, "where are you going?"

her "to shower, do not break my balls"

staff people of Mc looks very surprise. I  laugh a lots. the cop coming towards her, "Come here!"

her blondie hair are wet by shampoo. she opens the door to the toilet and threw himself into it. After 20 seconds the cops take her out by power. But a sprinkling she succeed  to do. water dripping from the hair with the shampoo. during the long journey brings me in Nevada we stop along the way in usual fast-food complex in the desert: mc, kfc, subway. up to you, to us the choice. I am in a row from poultry sellers (kfc). the guy in front of me turns around and screams "stay away from me!"

I raise my voice and i threat him "hear no screaming fuck with me"

he looks at me bad and angry. I will point the finger and i look him back at how you look in the prelude to the holy beating. then he, wherea everyone else watching us curious, looks at me with disdain and says "pleasent stupid!"

This asshole called me stupid farmer! then this is all stupid.

I "want to fight you?"

1.80 is tall, thin, medium robust. weighed and measured i choose the tactic of fighting with power. one like him must beating by strongness. But he decided to show all his fancy at kfc and collect a series of insults that will certainly have registered the copyright of Washington because they have never felt in any country on the planet  "Go cut the wool of your sheep!"

" ride the cow!"

I can only say "fuck you" and "Come With Me Outside"

He closes with a flourish, "let's sell the egg of your hen"

this asshole decided that I must necessarily be tied to agriculture or farming. in the evening we stopped in Mojave for a while, just long enough to receive 4 flyers with the telephone number of whores that seem to come from the cover of Playboy.

I "how much?"

him "very cheap, $ 500 1 hour"

Monday 8 I wake up in Flagstaff, Arizona. I spend the morning at kfc reading. There is an agency that brings people to the grand canyon and then the rival, a Navajo. same price as a $ 45 Go & come back when you want. Navajo is  dark-skin, mongolian eyes, features such as pino madonna, big, a natural fighter. the man of agency has no importance how is because it has already a bad thing: the jacket and tie. the selection is so obvious. I choose the Sioux warrior. I have to wait for other people collect. the agency has the office in the station and easily duped people and therefore the majority choose the tie-man. so I'm going to buy Mexican take-away. Flagstaff is a city of low wooden houses with a few buildings. Since there is no 2 without 3 after the fucked heroine-man  and the asshole of yesterday, today, i meat another dakota-man. somatically he is similar to my driver so he must be a Navajo. this people  are robust and stocky, and if they training a minimum of gyms, just like me, his chest explodes, like my breast. genetically only natural warriors the breast becomes explosive as that of Arnold in a few workouts. but, after the motherfucked was decided that i was a good grip and the motherfucked 2 who decided that I was a farmer, this has decided that i am a Yankee affiliate with "white American"

him "Hey! you may pay me a beer? "

he is drunk as I pretend not to know English and I just show him the bottle is finishing and give him a couple of dollars.

him "do you speak American!"

I "no"

him "come back your country!" he shouts "this is my country. i am american! "

as I even descended from warrior tribes and thus by the barbarian hordes who rightly devastated the Roman Empire and in fact my chest is wider than his, I interrupt the pantomime and say "do not shout with me!"

him "you lies to me! this is my country! fucked up your hair, your skin and your eyes viper! "

snake eyes!? then this must be an adoptive relative of the motherfucked of yesterday! snake eyes at me!

him "fucking your white brothers!"

I say tough. technically he do what only a true warrior do. He don’t look me bad or boastful or do fake childhood challenges with eyes as certain kid halfmafia do but it does what only a true warrior does. It is a principle. it is an essence. he is like for a cat meowing or a horse race, that's it. and no-one fucking modern culture can change it . modern culture is the hypocrisy of money.

 He pointed in my eyes, approaching his face, without arrogance, however, raises an eyebrow and says "uh? what? You Want Fight!? "

come back to kfc, the Navajo-driver brings me, a Japanese with her tits very interesting and an u.s. at the grand canyon. The road is spectacular. it's all wild and only a few ranches and a few motels interrupt the Kaibab Forest. we sighted a herd of pronghorn antelope. Navajo explains the fauna of the legendary Grand Canyon. and then leaves us at the center of the park. is 11.00. The Grand Canyon is the southern edge of the most  beauty desert of the world, Utah's subdesert. only Iceland, Scandinavia and tyrol can compete in density of beauty with the wonders of this region. Zion, Arches, Canyonlands, Powell, Monument Valley, Bryce and finally the myth, the most famous, the Grand Canyon. the wonders of Utah are all alien. in Scandinavia as well in Utah every square kilometer is spectacular. and the grand canyon is in front of me. beside the hotel, the south trail start, the Kaibab. there is this infinite abyss, wide tens of km  and into the spectacle of the grand canyon. are 11.00 and I go down along the path. I only have with me a bottle of water. There are 35 degrees, dry. I already know before i start that i will win heavey a big % of the other tourists. I have never seen a park so crowded. there is a group almost every 15 meters! I descend through natural arches of golden rock and under reddish walls of naked cliffs. i hike under  short, wonderful galleries. especially the first few kilometers are beautiful. the tourists that i overcome are endless. There are numerous chipmunk. come down more and more and more your approach of the prospect of classic rock formations change.it is a continuous and ever-changing beauty. I should make hundreds of photos. after about 1 hour i walk alone. I go down another natural step. There is a flash that seems strange and colorful in the peripheral region of my eyes, between my feet. I do step 1 again and I stop. and I turn around. it seems a lace of 10-12 cm. instead it is a coral snake. it has rings of red, green and white. it is very poisonous. he can kill you. He is still. I step back up slowly. ethological quick thinking. Why it didnt bite me? I almost stepped on! the snake hearing my rhythm of march realized that I want not to take it  and so  unable to escape, it calculated that I would not have taken. and it opted to freeze. . in Poland, at Bialowieza I went next door to 7 vypers in 50 meters. with my usual tactic I have not even attacked and they hadnt escape. then the with the last, at a distance, I pretended to converge on her and it pulled out her tongue and it is shot with the muzzle. they threatened me. 3 spanishgirl arrive. i told them "Look out, snake"

The three chicks fun and laugh a lots "Snake, snake!"

and then they  bombing of photos so much so that it strip and disappears into the bushes. her "poison?"

I "if it bites you before you reach the helicopter you are already dead"

I continue my descent. people stop at the campsite. So continuing, the traffic drops to normal levels for a national park, a group every 20 minutes. i walk in the desert. the bushes are thick, rough and clear, about 1 meter away from each other. next, on the stony ground, small pairs of cactus grow. i arrive at the plateau. there's me and a group of Japanese. the Colorado river meanders brown and tight between the walls to 70 ° - 90 ° of the most famous canyon of the world. it is useless to describe here because the rock formations are printed both in mind and because they are so unbelievable. at 17.00 i finish my climb to the hotel.

Many people stopped to camp, many have returned to the plateau camping. just me and few other did go & return in 6 hours! as usual i am strongest. i go to the restaurant. in a row. you spend, and the girl puts what you indicate into the tray. Americans take the meat and strictly uses all of the sauces of the little basket! the girl makes me a lot of meat. Then she give me the sauce-basket.

I 'no thank you "

her, "Are you sure?"

I "sure"

I fell to the ground sausage. She winks at me and gives me an 'other.

her, "Are you sure you do not want the sauce?"

I believe that she is triyng to know me for sex. she gave me the sausages, still asking for trivial things! I "what time you finish work?"

She looks at me shocked "10 o'clock"

I go to my table. all look at me. Control of the mirror if i have any blot of dirty  in the face. Absolutely not. the u.s. look me. one approaches me and says "do not use the sauces?"

I "no"

him "where are you from?"

I "Italy"

him "pizza, macaroni"

I enjoy the great with food even though my friend and his girl run that from time to time and show me laughing their u.s. sauce.  in the evening there are two beautiful deer that roam the woods around my tent.

Tuesday 9 overlooking the Grand Canyon from a tactical position. while walking on the brink of the most famous abyss in the world i intersection 2-Japan girls. one smiles and says "very hansom!"

his hair is short,  the face is 8 rate. the body , it is only 2 ° boobs. so I stop to chat. they speak english so well that they known even the technical terms such as moraines, erosion, sandstone etc.. Since I have never get sexly a nippon-girl i dont know how to begin with she. I decide to do as I do with the English-girls but with less aggression because the Japanese are very shy. However after 20 minutes on the bench i put my tongue inside her mouth in front of  the grand canyon. I enjoy with her legs it because she is in shorts-trousers. I want getting her to the hotel but she tells me I am exaggerating. and she tells me "do you think it's so easy?"

I "I will, I am so fucking easy"

She laughs a lots with the friend. okay, we keep the tongue-game. as she is very nice I enjoy a lot. Then comes the Navajo and leads me to Flagstaff.

 i talk him the history of the snake and he "it have tiny teeth, but you would have died if she had bitten" and ends with a phrase that I heard in a movie "Snake is wise"

already it understood that I didnt want to disturb him. Because animals have not istinct, animals think.  Snake is wise.

Wednesday 10 i through New Mexico. it is a charming region with mediterranean-type vegetation. locust vast forests, desolate mountain ranges  abandoned in the subdesertica steppe. low houses and "without roof" typical of Latin America. i still see in the forest antelope. Upon arriving in Denver, where my journey into the land of Pugliatti started. I seek a cheap hotel. a girl approached me in the garage of the greyhound "looking for a room?"

She pushes me to follow her exactly to the hotel I had chosen in my mind!

she say "you just have to wait until we go in the car with my friend"

I pretend to have chosen another place. I check where she goes and i disappear among the skyscrapers. i walk along the streets to 4-6 lanes. and i arrivae at my hotel. check and the girl there is not. good! i enter. the reception is wonderful: prostitutes, homeless people and criminals flock the chairs and play video games. they are video-game that i played when i was a child, in '80 years. I take a single-room to a sensational price: $ 30. I go upstairs and i walk towards my hallway keeping my key No. 18 among shouts and families who watch TV to open doors. a Mexican advances towards me. he is  half handicapped in the mind and half serial killer. the maniac serial killer stops in front of a door without looking at me. I prospered. the fucked has stopped just in front of  the 18. he turns and holding the handle. of course, the door will not open. Then he leans his forehead against the door  and immobilized in this alien position coming directly from the plans of evil without remorse. I put down the knapsack. and  I say him "I'm sorry"

The alien is silent. no sign of any movement. he continues his evil  yoga discipline completely immobilized  against my door.

I "I'm sorry!"

the seed of evil is silent. I knock at 14. A black man opened

I "have you got to stick?"

him " a stick!?"

I " a spear, a nipper, everything"

then i point my fucking room. He comes out and sees him. he calls his family. his family faces on doorway and watches him. their curiosity about extraterrestrial beings is similar to mine. except the child who feels out of place that we are serious and starts to whistle. the father and mother threat him but he laughs. But even they have no scientific solution to the alien. the alien is special. no one can really talk him. there is nothing to do and enigma cannot be solved. the blacks surrenders. and not just close their doors, but also turn the key. well. I approach. carelessly slamming the key on the wall. Although getting into fights is one of the pleasures of life there are exceptions. and with a man so or i struggle with sticks or bites, but no by fist and kicks. "I 'm sorry, it's my room"

it dramatically raises the head, he turns, looks at me, nods and walks away without saying a word. my room has peeling walls, there are 4 bulbs and one works, the sheets of the bed is unmade and full of holes, the heater rusted, the sink is in a corner, the TV is slow to power like they used in Italy in the years '60, the floor is wavy. i barricade the door with the chair. if tomorrow morning I will open the door and there is the face of it dangling on my doorpost i'll smash the ashtray on the chin.

Thursday 11 after 20 days of u.s. just today i can say how is being in an american city because the rest i have been in the forest, in villages on the borders of the parks, little city for approaching and salt lake and portland, los angeles and  san francisco i saw them only in passing. the center of Denver  is a grove of skyscrapers. the suburbs, instead consist of two-storey villas, all of wood, with a garden, they are not cured and green or blue paint is old and peeling. invariably, however, is parked in the garden or pick-up or big jeep (60%), less frequently (20%) is the sports, low car and type Fonzies or bob & luke. today i fun. gym, $ 12 (!!!) expensive and then i find a shopping center where there is one area that makes me feel like a child at the fair for toys:it is at 1 st floor, the tables in the middle of a vast atrium and along the wall, horseshoe, there are the take-away of a dozen international cuisines. Korean, Italian, French, U.S., Filipino, Chinese, Thai, Greek, Indian.... and I enjoy .... here is quite widespread, but i discover only now, no, it is not possible, one of the lands of my ego. Mongol! called mongolian barbeque. you tell the cook: "I want this, this and this." he takes the vegetables you choose, the meat of your choice, bangs on the plate,  add the sauces and makes you a Mongolian dish. and they give you a soup. both the Dutch and the Chinese soups are better that Italian soups. Mongolian cuisine is based on mutton and I enjoy bad. as good as the kebabs' carlisle. i like more kebabs of adult sheep or goat adult and there is no comparison with the kebab made with veal or chicken. in downtown Denver, there are no monuments or other attractions. I walk and one woman greets me. i way and another says goodbye. I make the line at the supermarket and another "bye". aaaah. that's the way they think. they are less aggressive but intelligent like English-girls. i am stopped at lights. I turn and i see that one lady looks my backside and she dont worry even i caught her.  continues to look at my backside. and I said "bye". ok, ok it works so, i understand. I stop talking and she leaves me an invitation for a private party. I go to a shop super-enjoy. this store is just for shake. they use fresh fruit and they whirl in front my eyes. I take 2 and I sit at a table outside. The shakes are supertasty. and then i examine the situation. Then, there are blondes who are aggressive. well. then there are the since the face is pretty she qualifies for the sex. I have no doubt that she want me or not because they are English stocks and hence  they are very intelligent. named Jessica. she is here on holiday with her parents. 22 years old. then i wonder what there is to see in Colorado and i discover that it is a land rich in beauty. then she takes command of things to do today and I let them do because so i have nothing to do and because i want to have fun trying all the time while she will pretend to want not . I just test the game-field up to untill when she brings me to a book and record store where i would be bored to death if she hadnt a pretty good ass, and that she brought me here because there are definitely the shelves. female is sly. so i begin to try  but my fun did not last long and start another kind of amusement because she open her mouth immediately. at the evening she brings me to the Cajun restaurant in Louisiana. I officially became a fan of this kitchen. $ 15 to eat too much and too good. Cajun cuisine is based on blacks beans, shrimp, sauce and plenty of black pepper. they carry me 5 different dishes, any better of the before. Pepsi is free. but she eats much less because she is scare to became fat. then she brings me to a pub located on 3 floors, there is also a games room. at the skeet shooting after few match i become No. 1 champion of the city. my record lasts about twenty minutes. Then comes a motherfucker and throw me down from the podium. Fuck. Jessica brings me to the bathroom. there is a lot of time i didnt fuck a blonde. 2 cum. a cum i must do while i look  her face because the face is beautiful. fucking blondes are.... I would say .... fizzy. however, if one has not big boobs the right thing to do is focus on its legs. and it is good sex. it is almost night when she decides to come to my hotel. I told her which kind of  hotel is. she calls to her parents and pretends to be a party. we arrive. I climb the stairs, and blocking her and i prepare "Look, there is a chance to meet ... .."

She laughs a lot and believe that i joke. she can not imagine that there really evil alien  with his forehead motherfucker. . I turn the corner ready to him. it is not there. she asks to smoke to a blacks that smoke hashish and she stop smoking and we stop talking. I enter in my room. she says "they are not necessarily criminals, here live more than anything else maladjusted families or people with financial problems"

I "but you did not see it"

She doesnt believe that it exists. The fact is that every time she wake up to go to the bathroom, she want that i accompanies her. however, it is disappear. mah. his forehead son of a bitch has  find another closed door on which to rest. 

Friday 12 twice for shake, twice for Cajun restaurant's, twice for gym. The guy of the reception told me "when you come back in Italy?"

I "tomorrow"

He gives me the training day for free. This is a classic u.s.a.- gym open 24 h 24. here they use the pounds and so i have to charge 2 pounds estimating that are about 1 kg. along the route from my hotel to the downtown i step in front of a garden full of free-kid-boys. one of them breaks away from his friends, shouting and pretending to run for catch me. and screaming incoherently drunk. we insult us from the two side of the streets. i arrive at my hotel. one of the prostitutes at the reception, which is also my neighbor tells me "blah-blah-blah in your front door"

she is drunk and i dont understand shit when she talks.

I "No, no, thanks" she is busty but face is 5 rate so no sex with me.

her "blah-blah-blah in your front door"

not. Ah, I understand. Fuck, even today, i never see him and at 11 pm he just reappears! Fuck! I get the fucking stairs. pretty-woman will be drunk, but she is not lying. why it should. pretty-woman screaming "just arrived"

Fuck! i turn the corner ready to impact -shocks with it, an impact made harder by the fact that it is night. fuck his forehead son of a bitch! and my dick, instead became glad "what the hell of it! jessica is! "

I "but you're crazy, but you know it might appear at any moment!"

she "doesnt exist, you say shit to cheating me"

I "i dont joke. He Lives hier! "

In my room i put the barricades. Jessica has today flip-flop shoes with heels and I "it is forbidden take off them"

her "do you like?"

I ask her to pull the hair back and making queue and then i am forced into a lengthy explanation of why i so horny with this hairstyle.

Saturday 13 bored at the airport, I have nothing to do and so i try with one lady of my gate. She want not but at least the time go on. united states goodbye. I will return.

by tytanchaos.