Edinburgh

After two weeks of watching movies and traveling to Leeds and Huttersfield it was finally time for the festival Velvet Badger Near Manchester, ( This was why i was in Manchester so long). And it was worth the wait. The music was amazing, and the people were very friendly. But the festival was organized by some friends of the friends were i stayed, so everyone knew each other, so at first, i felt left outside. but as the festival grew i was gotten the chance of speaking to several people, and i did. and i didn't regret it. Because the people were interesting and kindly.

The first day, it rained, so we didn't do much, but the second day it was a clear blue sky so i danced and went enjoying myself. And that wasn't hard. One of the friends of Fe, was also a crazy dancer and some people i met had just finished a travel around Europe themselves.

After the Festival i got a ride by some lovely people who set me off at an higway towards the north.
The first ride i got was from a guy with his girlfriend who met each other at Tinder, He had a wife back in Canada with a daughter,  and every Sunday they would skype each other.

We got along really quick and they were really fun,
Joking about throwing the girlfriend out of the car, and saying that he was a filphy old man giving me breast as a word for the poem, he laughed really hard with me.
When i asked, how they met, he made up a story about, seeing her on the side of the highway pasted out, then he stopped and took her to the hospital and the next day she was standing outside his house.

He dropped me off at Newcastle, where he gave me 80 pounds and a footlong veggie subway. the next day i hitchiked to Edinburgh. A Birthday man wanted to give me a ride.He was 66 that day, but he fled from his wife and children to go to his nephew in Edinburgh.  Once there he gave me, 2 pound 50 to buy a coffee for good luck.

I spended it on wine.
I walked to the mountain in Edinburg( called Artur's seath) which is actually a mountain in the center.
Which is awesome,

Where i spended the night. but not knowing the weather in Scotland i did not set up my tent and went to sleep in my sleeping bag.

That was a grave mistake, for in the morning my sleeping bag got completely soaked, and my books got a little bit of water damage.

When the rain stopped at 6 o clock i waited for 7 hours at the park for the sun to dry my sleeping bag.
But i went for Tea in a nice Tea place called Clarinda's. Where i stayed for 3 hours or something to get warm again. After that i was off to the library


There i got registered and watched how things where back at home on Facebook

From here on out, a whirlwind, no, a avalanche of stories jumped over each other and crawled back and forth trying to meet me on a sunny day.

First i had a Mission, finding J.K.Rowling and make her a poem, My search brought me to the Elephant cafe where i did not found her so i made a poem for the crew instead and they loved it. Then i went to found her old house where she used to live. i never found her house, i was distracted by the night and needed some place to sleep.

A loving family let me sleep in a little house in their back yard where i could listen to music coming out of a cd player.
Here it was where i watched The Dutch football team got knock't out,
In the Morning, with a full Tummy because People are good. i went and Searched for Crammond island because the woman said " I heard that J.K.Rowling lived there in the neighbourhood"

Once there, i found a Gypsy family who were afraid of me, thinking i was a child molester, but with some difficulty i explained that the reason why i kept a eye on their children and finally spoke to them, was because i wanted to make a Fairy tale for them,
this was unexcepted , and i could begin to make a fairy tale for them,
The children were loving it and began to ask if i was Jezus,

The following day, i made it to the cross way, because yes, you could walk to Crammond Island.
I had to wait for the tide to calm down, so i made a poem for two people , and i was glad i had done this,because the girl, named Emma thanked me in the form of saying that she could give me the key of her apartment and i could stay there for as long as i wanted, and the oldman called Ian thanked me in the form of saying that he could drive me Anywhere,

I did not took this seriously but it was what it was,
They even came back to me , saying that they had a feeling they were not going to see me if we didn't exange phone numbers, so we did.

On Crammond Island , i found it boring, but people came to my rescue, for they were playing the Banjo, sang House of the Rising sun , and played Ninja on the beach.
And if i  made a poem for them i could do all this with them,
when the time had come to say goodbye we stood by a bus stop, and the funny thing was that after i had slept in a park 2 minutes away from the bus stop i had found what i was looking for,
for the bus stop was in the same street as J,K,Rowling's house.

After two days of waiting for a change to get invited over the cops came to ask me gently to leave and never come back. They searched my entire belongings and myself, i asked if i could take a picture of me being searched but they said No, and they said no to my Poem, but i was free at last, and happy , because, even if i did not made a Poem for J.K.Rowling i could imagine the conversation her security and she would be having. " Anything different happened when i was in Hawaii"
A Man came sitting outside for two days hoping that he could make you a poem"
"Hahaha i am too rich and wealthy to worry about a poem"


That was going over in my head for ages,
After i was back in the city i made three poems for friends sitting in the park and i made 50 pounds,
pretty happy about myself i sat down at a bench what i always do when i get happy about myself.

This time, a traveller went and sat next to me, his plan was going to The highlands and i was going with him. So, we conquered the highlands for a while, hitch hiking and having fun, we went all the way to Ullapool and a little further, and when we got back down we swam in Loch ness, naked, and seperated our ways. for i was getting sick and he wanted to go to Sky island, A Dutch friend of mine named Jesse was in Manchester and i was determined to visit him, In one day, i hitch hiked all the way from Loch ness to Manchester, with the help of A Son and a Mother who were so kind to give me a ride from Glasgow to Manchester. The following day i walked for three hours, in my sick condition to the house where Jesse was staying, my only reward after going throught  Hell of sickness and nearly passing out on the streets( wich delivered me Bread , Cheese and water from generous people) was seeing him in Manchester, i passed out on the bed and slept and puked and shit my pants all night. The following night i could not stay in the house and Jesse was gone. so i tried to Hitchhike to London what failed miserably,

Fortunately i had made one new friend were i could stay in Manchester, and sleep Peacefully after seeing Donnie Darko, Then i forgot about London and hitchhiked back to Edinburgh, where i made Friends with some Church mise living in a Church named Duncan and Gabriel, well, the Church was more of an old Building .
Duncan was traveling for 6 years already and they both were American, Gabriel's Dad worked in the Church and he and the mother lived there. We became good friends, and  spended almost every day with each other, i could sleep there and eat there,
every day was Busking( Street performing) making Friends in the Meadows and having a good time

So one, day we where growing tired of this game, and Ran away from the friends who were surrounding us, we ran upon the Royal Mile where we crossed the path of the Americans who i met the other day. they were done with busking for the day and because we really liked them we invited them over in the house of Luke, one of the friends we were running away from,
He had given me the key to his house,

So when Luke finnally appeared in his house he saw a crazy Dutch man and a bunch of Americans in his house smoking spliths.

After this escape of the routine, we came into another routine,
Being the groupies of the Americans when they were playing somewhere and dance crazy, and sitting at the Forest Cafe instead of the Medows. It was an improvement.

Sometimes I made an clash with the Americans, and that was in the form of an story upon their music,( a video was taken)/
 Duncan and i had sometimes a laugh about the bandmembers , because they would make such much money that they were no poor homelles people any more, they could sleep in bungelows, and each night they would decide to take the taxi to home,

and home was the garage of the church, where I and everybody stayed

Duncan became a brother for me, and the other Americans had each such a different personality, that it was such a amazement for me, to be able to see so many Travellers and learn so much.

In the meantime, I saw Emma again. ans slept in her appartment two times , made myself baked potatoes and baked Beans
But after these two days i went to the Punks Picknick with Riley, Summer, Ilaih, Lisa, Hugo, Tamzan, Gabriel, Ash, Zack, Amy and our tents. This was on Crammond Island but after this weekend Emma was in the hospital, spitting out blood. So her Sister needed the Appartment and i went out to sleep at the garage of the church, Emma was for 4 days in the hospital and found a few answers, she got Arthritis in her spine and 4 prolapsed discs in her back. She walked for 3 years already with walking sticks and she had a gluten allergic, so many things, but such a strong and powerful women with a heart as huge as you could not imagine. the last thing she did for me was buying a bunch of food for my travels , washing my clothes and giving me 20 pounds.

I and the Americans had a huge party in the garage, and the following day we went to the Forest led by an Ireland guy who was into buddism. He led us into a forest were once a women had a dream and in that dream she saw a druids chair, a hazelnut tree and a face in stone. There was also a map which she followed when she woke up and she found this place, and the Ireland guy was leading us towards it. but in a most mysterious an odd way wich i cannot describe, but it was lots of fun, midnight stroll through the forest.

after this everyone was slowly getting away into the wide world, Duncan and Gabriel went to Franch on a mega bus and i was going to Ireland Monday,