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USA – Washington, Seattle/Mt. Rainier
The United States are different in many ways. It seems like people enjoy being told what they are allowed and not allowed to do. At least they accept loads of signs all around telling them about fines they’ll receive and jails they’ll have to visit for doing various things. I heard bus drivers shouting about random things, was told not to lean on walls or take pictures, had to face the most complex tax calculations when buying chocolate bars, but also went up rather random office buildings to visually document the views without being bothered by anybody.
Anyway, I stopped arguing with random people some time ago in Australia – so I was able to simply enjoy Seattle. Last Friday, I went with four fellow travellers and a rental car to mount Rainier to do some hiking. To see a volcano with glaciers, almost perfect blue skies and to wander over big white snow fields was definitely one of the highlights of the last week. Unfortunately, the weather was rather changeable and I got a bit sick soon after. If it were the air-condition systems everywhere or the rather cloudy and rainy weather doesn’t matter.
Nevertheless, I got up to Vancouver, Canada by the Greyhound bus without any difficulties and took the chance of being not a hundred percent healthy to sit back and relax my first days in the province of British Columbia.
Around Seattle – Pike place market, the place where grunge was born, the locks around Ballard (with fish) and at mount Rainier (with lakes and jumps!)..
How does the end of the world look like?
This is not the end – just the northernmost point of Europe, but it’s impressive as hell. I assume. It was the 3rd of August and the temperature was about 4 degrees (the Celsius ones). On the right side you’re able to see the Nordkapp cliff draped in fog. This panorama actually consists out of six single pictures. The place is called Knivskjellodden.
Another panorama: this is what Tromsø in Norway looks like at about 2am in the morning. This is out of two pictures shot on the 4th of August. I recommend to click on it to enlarge it a bit more.
Two more panoramas I made out of two and five single pictures. The first is from the hill of crosses in Lithuania. The other one is an extraordinary view from somewhere in the north of Norway and shows hills, rocks, mountains and trees – all one needs – with an awesome fjord in the background.
All pictures were shot with a pretty normal four year old digital camera. The panoramas were generated with the help of Hugin panorama generator which is a nice piece of open source software that can be found here (hugin.sourceforge.net).
The assembling and processing takes a bit of time and some words you wouldn’t teach your children. Nonetheless, it’s worth to play a bit around with the functions for fine tuning.
So much for my so called days off!
Pictures flashed in front of me. I had seen this face before. His face. These frightful but fascinating eyes seemed like there was no life beyond their long lost colours. Empty and without any expression they gazed at mine. The only fear I could have found in the reflexions within his eyes. Reality faded. I was lost.
Nervous. I had to make it in time. The name of the street was not on the map. A grey folder glided through my fingers, slipping slowly along the roof of the silver car I stepped out seconds ago. It fell to the slobbery ground freeing the files from inside to the outside world. After awaking out of confusion, I looked up from the map directly into a men with dark sunglasses wearing an even darker coat. He collected the stranded files and returned the folder without speaking any word. Then he hastily went away. This was the first time we met.
A restaurant; another meeting place in a nameless city. After pushing myself tiredly out of the rental car, I got almost knocked over. I hardly prevented myself from falling by catching the car door which was still open. Only for a moment his face was right there. I could see the acceptance of his own doom. There was no fear, but greater tiredness than one mind could probably bear. He was holding a gun in his left hand. It was him. This was the second time. It began to snow.
Sorry, he said.
This was my final thought!