It have not been to many negative stories on this blog during it's existens. In fact, I think the last one was from meeting gaylord Chris in Pennsylvania last year. That was something neither me or Emil could do to much about except for, what we also did, leave the place. This one is based on pure stupidity and you better enjoy reading it, it's my most expensive one! It costed me 400 bucks in cash, 2 creditcards, 1 drivinglicens and a very nice photo I got from a girl in southern Yukon Territorys.
On Friday morning I said goodby to Katrin, Dave, Wyatt and Fiona and started to make my way out from the capital of the state they call the evergreen one. HW 8 takes me out from Olympia and the countryside of Washington and closer to the coast I been looking forward to for so long. I made a stop in Elma for lunch that Katrin packed for me and an hour or so later, another stop in Montesano just before the intersection to hw 107. The stop in Montesano turned out to be a big mistake when I pulled up in front of an ATM and did a withdrawal on 400 bucks.I carried on and arrived to hw 101 that goes south along the coast. The weather was kind of boring and just outside South Bend I stopped at a boatlaunch area to camp and eat my dinner consisting of a sandwich and a can of budweiser. A lot of people came buy during the night to pick up and put down there boats.
I woke up the next morning totally unaware it was gonna be a bad, really bad day for me. In gray and a little bit cold weather I set of with Astoria and the state of Oregon as goal for the day. The road wasn't that scenic yet and I passed through endless land of sloughs, forest and private property signs. Finally I arrived to the real coast and the town with the appropriate name, Seaview. I bought lunch and ate it outside the infocenter in town and also went in to pick up some maps there. After that I figured that I was gonna try to call the girls from Spokane that I met the day before Olympia and see how they were holding up. With a cup of coffee I got from the visitor centre in my left hand I was trying to get some quarters from my wallet with the other one. Instead of putting my coffe down I placed my wallet on top of the payphone outside Shell gasstation while I was searching for these god damn quarters in the djungel of coins. Several tunes went by before the answeringmachine kicked in. I hanged up and just when I did I heard a voice behind me
- Where are you going?
I started a conversation with this girl from northern california that went on for about 10 minutes before a through my cup in the rubbish, sorted my bags out and headed south towards Astoria totally unaware of that my second most important item after my passport is lying flashed up on top of the payphone.
Well in Astoria I thought it would be nice spending the night at a hostel and go out to night with all the other people you always met on hostels. Paying time and I just could not find my wallet and I could feel my heart pumping faster and faster. I realized it's not in my gear and running down to the infocenter to get over a phone to call the infocenter at seaview where I thought I forgot it. They haven't seen it thou so I figured I most have dropped it on the road. I starting to make my way back with bad words flying around me looking desperately on the other side the driveway. After a couple of miles I relized I made that phonecall and remember that it must be on the payphone. I started to bike as fast I possible could to arrive to seaview and found out it was gone probably a long time ago. I went into the gasstaion and asked but the haven't seen it. Neither the police have had someona handed it in or the infocenter. I got to borrow a computer at the infocenter to send mail to close the account asnd after that I started my 2 day trip back to olympia with 2 quarters in my pocket.
I was camping at south Bend where I left the same morning after a total 130 miles hard biking that day.Next coming day I creamed out the rest of the 70 miles to Olympia and arrived there on the Sunday afternoon. I went to the infocenter to ask where in town I could get hold of a computer but the library was closed and apparently no internetcafes in town. didn't matter to much anyway thou I didn't got a cent. I biked to Katrins and Daves house to hang out there to they was gonna get back on the evening the next day. I saw the neighbors on the the house a street over and went over there to tell them the story and if the see a guy around it's nothing strange.
when the night came I went to sleep in my tent on there backlawn and later on I woke up when a strong flashlight hit my face and a deep voice said
- Hello, can I have a word with you?
First I thought it was a neighbor but when I got closer to the guy on the other side of the fence I saw it was a policeman. I guess most of you seen the television show "Cops" and if there would have been a cameraman behind that police, I would have end up on TV thats fore sure:). I get out from the tent in just my shorts still a little bit confused over the guy with the flashlight. He ask me if I know the people and I told him It's my cousins place. I laughed and said
- so, some one called the police, haha
The policeman said
- hehe, not someone. several neighbors called in wondering over the guy who was tenting, hanging up clothes and took a shower in the hose in the garden
when I got closer to the fence and was standing and talked to him I, without thinking about it, put both my hands in my pockets. His hands made a quick move down towars his belt by the same time he said
-Take your hand out of your pockets!
I thought he was gonna take me with him to the policestation but he ended up very friendly and after showing him my bike and the gear and told him my story he was laughing about it and said, welcome to amerika:). Before he left he actually, which surprised me, asked if I needen something. I said I was sorted out till they would come back tomorrow. He took of while talking to the radio
- It was only a cousin, over :)
The next day I was just hanging out in the backyard except for a visit to the library. Katrin and her family came back around 5 pm. New cards are on the way to USA and I hopefully get them in a week or so.
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