I’m still working on what I want to say about my experiences with refugees in Lesvos, but I don’t want to abandon the blog while I take my time writing about the powerful things I’ve been seeing and participating in here in Greece. So I present to you part two of a popular segment I call Travel Note Taking! The basics of this: I take notes on my phone so I don’t forget the little things that I think are worth remembering. For the surprisingly popular part #1 refer to this handy link… Travel Note Taking #1.

This covers six weeks spent in Lübbenau, Berlin, Copenhagen, Hamburg, Amsterdam, London, several places in Ireland, Munich again, and finally Lesvos (where I am now).

Be warned! A good chunk of this might not make sense to you. There are some vagaries, typos, and an occasional omitted name. Some of these notes were taken while I was intoxicated. Some are embarrassing, incriminating, or too honest. A couple of them I don’t even remember what they mean. But I still think it’s worth showing the unadulterated truth. I present to you the (mostly) unedited list:

  • I live in a pickle barrel now. Lübbenau has no damn wifi in the whole town. Lübbenau hates wifi!
  • Amelie had a dream of a game show where they show a close up of your face while you’re shitting and ask you general knowledge questions
  • The rare euro spider mullet
  • The first no bullshit flight attendant I’ve ever seen. I might be in love.
  • Worked up the nerve to walk into a corner bar with a cute, bored-looking bartender. Turns out there are Thai hookers everywhere!
  • Random girl popped out out in the hallway of the hostel to have me open a jar of salsa. I’m a manly man.
  • Old dudes drinking beer at 9:30am in the hostel lobby
  • The muscular cows of Belgium
  • Let’s do a sports!
  • College party. Beer pong. There’s no other way to say it.
  • John bellion
  • Yeah. It’s probably time to go home.
  • Makin pasta
  • These people are crunk
  • Got fucking turned around in that park
  • I don’t really have the energy to meet new people right now. In the hostel lobby and these people just kind of don’t seem worth meeting. Some Halloween. But the night is young. As Tony would say “See what happens.”
  • Nov 1. Big day. Hanging with some Russian girls they did cool Halloween makeup for me.
  • Prostitute: “why not? I give you nice blowjob.”
  • Tracks and horizons
  • JJ Cale
  • Chess with Henry. I’m 2/5 😦
  • Those weird pedicures where fish eat the dead skin off your feet
  • Bookending Copenhagen the same way I started, at the Thai prossy bar.
  • Yeah but this guy won’t shut up
  • The seat is saved for the Master
  • Hired help. Want it. That’s the honest truth. reminds me of the forum in a way, but I can’t do much about it now. It’s just too late.
  • Note taking so I look like I’m texting. Blee blee blue blah. Yep, extra. Whoa! Yeehaw!
  • Another dog on my foot on the train. How am I so lucky?
  • Romanian: you are allowed one glass of wine. After that you are a new man.
  • I get first choice
  • Oops i did it again. Lost the chance in an unsmart way. Hamburg lost Welshman but found two gi
  • An overwhelming cunt
  • The perils of traveling with a group. You must bend to the collective will.
  • Just keep bday wanna pass the time until Amsterdam. It will be nice to have someone familiar around. I hate having to start over all the time.
  • Home seems so far away.
  • Honestly I don’t know who
  • I might just be lonely again. Lonely but not desperate.
  • Manjari Italians said say it
  • Eighteen
  • Amsterdam is a potent place!
  • London tubes not open when I want them to be
  • Some girls take forever to get ready! Fuggggg
  • Slovenian girl farted right by my head. 😦
  • The Slovenians love tennis. Also they talk a lot and I’m not very relaxed.
  • Death only makes sense once you’ve experienced life.
  • Music is the brandy of the damned.
  • Doolin –Connors pub
  • Franny at cliffs. Red hair used to work at cornerstone.
  • Galway. A nice little town.
  • Kinsale or Blarney Stone (cork)
  • Pubs: Deep South,soho or electric riordans (cork)
  • I lost my mates. Time to find new mates. Craic.
  • While many consider placing blankets on their areas of space, there are some who prefer to implement the concept of wall-to-wall carpeting.
  • Rando Irish broke the chain at oliver plunketts
  • “She come 4800km to lose virginity from Draco!”
  • Paddy is twiddling knobs
  • Ross and Neil. So easy to make new friends if that’s what you feel like doing.
  • Part 3: A normal-ish life. Not so hectic. How do I feel about a routine?
  • This car runs on earth gas
  • A bunch of naked German men
  • Running across the airport terminal because my damn connecting flight was late.
  • Mitilini
  • Amorgos anafi astypalaia sxoinousa iraklia kastelorizo milos
  • Got a ride from some crazy Greek drivers
  • Ok. Now to figure out how I can help…
  • Pikpa 10am
  • Fix Hellas: Sucess?
  • New neighbors: Dutch photographers. Cool as hell. We should hang again.
  • Some decisions are very practical, such as should I poop at the hotel because the toilets at the camp are not as nice? Answer is yes.
  • “After the Paris attacks I lost 2 uncles to French bombs.”
  • Nobody cares who you are in real life
  • I’m a licorice root convert
  • Early morning scanning the horizon for boats. I’ll never be able to be on the beach again. I’ll always be looking for boats.
  • Oreo!
  • Cat holding a crying woman who lost her backpack but still had her kids
  • We should have had hamburgers on that clown’s boat
  • Refugee man gave me a hug in exchange for dry socks
  • Making Syrian babies laugh! Right on the beach
  • Old Greek lady hitchhiking to church. Cat is annoyed, but it’s just a different way to help.
  • Euro Relief running Skala
  • Starfish running oxy. Oxy is closing.
  • Who drove the 350 big boat? A refugee?
  • Conversation with 3 other volunteers about the weirdest places we’ve had sex. It’s an open culture.
  • How much money do UNHCR people make?
  • On second thought, the beach is a bad place for volunteers to relax and have some wine to decompress.
  • Anselm and Sihem: my favorite hippies
  • Little Afghan girl loves bubbles, kissed me on the cheek 3 times. Her family was smiling and it brought levity to the whole situation. Release the burden.
  • I should join Clowns Without Borders.
  • Someone should send coloring books to Pikpa.
  • And bubbles.
  • I’m wearing all of my dry clothes.

And there you have it! I hope you found this entertaining on some level, possibly even educational. There’s a lot to say about Lesvos and ground zero of the refugee situation in Europe, so expect a slightly more serious blog post next time. Until then, may the Force be with you!