Ireland

Out of Edinburgh I came across Glasgow where i was engaged in a drunken atmosphere. In a pub, the boss of the glasgow's underworld saw in me, a boy were he could mess about with. offering me paradise( A hotel to sleep in and wine) but ran away at midnight. I drank my sorrows in a karaoke of Nirvana( wich has been filmed with my camera) . the guy who was now feeling responsible for me took me to his place, with not much of a smile. Back at his place,it was me, who could cry, for all he did( All night) was arguing with his wife and almost hit her. But luckily there was the boy( 13 years old) who jumped in between them.

It was horrible, but i slept soundly.
I had seen enough of Glasgow and went straight to Ireland.

The first night in Ireland some stranger I met on the streets paid for my night on the camping were he was also staying and gave me a irish cider, In Belfast i stayed in the mountains for a day and i earned some money. but i did not feel, as if i was in Ireland, my heart needed the beauty so i traveled to Sligo, And there i noticed some of the beauty, the beautiful lakes and the eye catching rivers, Sligo was were i asked a Busker if i could sleep at his place and he said yes, so after a day in pubs i slept on a couch of an Polish guy who was quite interesting and joked about killing me. The following day i went swimming in Strandhill, were the waves were guite bigger than me, It gave me a momentum of power and dignity at the same time.Went i went out i noticed the signs who said 'no swimming'
Haha, i just did

After Strandhill, I went to Achill Island. And if you do not know the name. You should remember it for the next time you go to Ireland, because it is fucking brilliant,

I walked from Achill to Newport in 3 hours,  because( i am not mad) there is a walk way, especially for walkers and Bicycles, but if i am honest,it's not that nice.

But Newport is all different ,
I would say , the Nicest Village in West ireland, ( I am not quite the man to say that but...) it is true. the river that is running through it screams it out.

From here on out i went to visit the friends my father made when he was in Ireland 12 years ago.
I was hoping that they were still alive.

They were and i enjoyed my time gardening and messing about in some of the forgotten hills of Ireland.
Hearing what my Father did here was quit awesome ( Finding a dead fox and preparing it for dinner.. and that sort of things).

But soon i  left Billy and Hilary( friends of my father and went to Tony and Tanya, ( other Friends of Father, and also more my type of people.The first night, the two daughters went dancing across the kitchen like fairies and Tony went Laughing and made Jokes, as if he was a Sugar Bear( he quite looked the part). The Daughter of 20 was very beautiful and i wished that i knew more about ladies to charm here  but the next day she was gone and i didn't see her again.'


I painted this also.

The little fire-bolt of 6 went jumping up and down, showing me around and calling me a twat and stuff,I kinda liked her, And there was a Lot of showing around to do, with a small lake in his backyard, three caravans,( one with a studio built in, and a own build house,

I stayed in a caravan for a few days
Tony had a hole in his burning stove and together we removed and replaced the burning stove for another burning stove.( I kinda like the word burning stove)
I did some other work to, but that is not of such great value to write down here.

I went away for the weekend to Busk at Galway
Tony dropped me off and went back and collect me at Tuesday, so i had 3 days to make money,
And i did everything i could, I liked Galway, nice market, nice view, nice centre, many buskers, but i had a little negative interverence with the people there.

Saturday i bumped into two faces , i met before in Edinburgh.
the two twin brothers from Gorkum, Netherlands. also travellers who were also very surprised to see me.
To Celebrate our reunion we went on a pub stroll. It did not went as smooth. The First Pub had Bouncers who shouted at me very angrily that i should not Dance so Wild, (  Almost impossible if you have a band playing blues and the Doors but..) After a series of songs the band were playing upstairs for real dancing and stuff, but again the bouncers said that we were not dressed for the party (....................) so that killed the mood, we didn't went into another Pub.
But the night was not over, no, no , no it had more plans in mind.

After a while we saw a girl cry, and three young men calling her names and making a mess . And my Dutch friends had too interfere,
The three young men did not liked that so much, so they started to Argue, I could not believe that this happened. That my Dutch friends were so stupid as to upset these three young men. even worse, they looked as if they wanted a fight, for they said. If you not leave that girl alone i can knock your head in.

I sang a song for comfort inside myself and maybe for them, but it got worse and worse. A Passing bodybuilder even got involved for he sure as hell wanted to knock a few Dutch men to the floor.

And yes, the first blow was out. I stopped singing and was not quite sure if i needed to help my friends or run away, and therefore got stuck in the middle.
I fell over a bike when they came after me.
As soon as i was on the ground they ran after my friends.
The waiters and Manly costumers of a pub who saw what happened helped me look for my friends
Luckily , when i found them, none of us was bleeding or had something broken.
We went right to sleep, we had enough of the night.

The other things that happened in Galway was that i met a girl, my age, that played the Hang , a instrument i only saw for the second time. ( first time was in Wales) It was great to dance on that so, that's what i did and we spend two hours playing on the market together.

Sometime, i think that i am smarter than somebody but then i do foolish things that even a baby should have known.

On Wednesday Tony gave me a lift to Baltimore in County Cork. For that was where i needed to go, for another Friend of my Mother, But first he brought me to a Friend of him who needed, a helping hand in his garden. On the journey, he showed me a big waterfall with a pond were i jumped in( I could not help myself)
And in the mountains, he gave me home made ice cream on a cone from a little shop, I bought two more.

The Friend knew my Dad as well,
he had Geese, and a huge Garden and a self made home, I felt very at home at his place, A great guy who always tells what he thinks.  Here i had the permission of experimenting with everything i could find in his Garden. So finally i had the change of learning how to cook.

My first Thing was a curry, with Coliflower, Carrot, Courget, Aubergine, Onions, Ginger, Peppers , chili and tomato. All of his garden. Served with brocolli and rice.  He was very impressed at my cooking skill.

I learned so many things already, sorry for the point that this blog does not contain so much lessons and stuff what you expected of a poet but i was quite busy sitting not behind a computer
but i think this is the right time, ( after all, the friend is having quite trouble not seeing a chance to humiliate me in his soft good manner)

So, ....... I Think i must begin with the freedom i feel or my look upon my own life now but, i quite want to start with the question, ' how do you make a girl fall in love with you? or even a one night stand? I have one friend who just ask three questions. 1, Hello, do you find me attractive. 2, Do you have a boyfriend. 3, Well, you give me two yes answers so what are we waiting for?  I think this is wonderful composed. but i just take the sleeping alone for so long, rhythm. And finally i think i have it, I just compose a book with pictures of every beautiful maiden i come across and then with a poem for each and that's it , that's my gift for Womanity,

But sorry , i got carried away, where was i, .. O yes, My freedom , well, its big and huge, i have not to wonder about annoying rules and that sort. But in the Meantime very short limited, well it would for people with no fantasy in their minds, it is limitless, as far as you don't want to rely everything on coincidence and the warmth of the sun, See , i spent every night without paying money to survive the night. I only sometimes pay with my poems and my skill to be hospital as best as i can to sleep on a couch or a bed by people i meet on the street. And what a freedom it gives me, to know that i don't have to make the money to lay my ass down. And i can tell, to this point i have not spend a pennie for my nights. I can't say that of my traveling, that is a little more difficult, But only small distances, the long distances were great with only hitchhiking, people are willing to help you,everywhere you go.  but i am blabbering, i have not even been to 6 countries yet with hitchhiking.

How i look at life now is quite easy, with great Ease and quality. I do everything i want, eat everything i like at that moment i want it, go there were i want to go at that moment, like a big baby, bubbling in his magical world where his toys never run out. so i go where the wind takes me, writing stories and poems of my inspiration source inside my brain, that filters all the beauty of mankind and gives me the possibility to give them what they had forgotten back.

I was going to Torsten after a few days lifting stones of the grounds and dropping them somewhere else, Torsten was a friend of my Mother for a change, He was the Manager of The Topp of the Hill Hostel in Baltimore. So that meant that i could sleep for free in the only hostel that i would sleep in, But he had also a massive land in the mountains( 10 hectare) where we went where he had big plants of building a sandy beach and an earth house ( Man, My parents had some cool friends) He had two big army tents where he could life in, with every day a fire to cook in, and i was staying in a Yurt,

We went up and down between the land and the Hostel and it happend that he would like to leave the hostel and work on his own projects, That was , giving exiting outdoor tours for tourists, climbing mountains, cajacking, biking, and all that,

Now there appeared a amazing idea from our minds,
for I could help him with my abbility to make everything look good with my words,
For he was German, and he learned English in Ireland where he was for 8 years already but was never familiar with writing English, so he needed some one to do the tracking tours across the mountains and describing in beautiful words what he or she saw, which theirby could lure the tourists in.

So i was the one, and we made the deal that he would pay me for every tracking tour that i had done and i would have the abillity to explore the mountains of Ireland some more,

So i hang tight on this one and see how it goes,
I was planning on going to Canada but the winter is coming and it is cold up there, freezing cold, so i will wait untill the warm wind will blow me towards Canada. My second journey is towards France where i should learn to speak French and make love to the French girls,  ( Haha, yeah right)

I climbed two mountains for Torsten, the first one was Easy, but the second one was a little bit harder,
it nearly killed me, even. For he wanted bad to explore the mountains around a beautiful Valley. and i was the volunteer who did it, it took me 10 hours, luckily, i had thought of a light to bring with me. because it was dark when i was going down. And here was my mistake. Torsten called me that i had to be quik because i had only 1 and a half hours daylight, and in the stress that i felt i was going down way sooner than that he adviced me, coming to a very steep slope where i could have died on 3 ocassions, but i was lucky , very lucky, and it had something to do with my laziness and my innocence, and my great power of course, i spent an hour smashing briars, my size, with my backpack. The only memory of the slope are the many, many, cuts of the brairs. and the loss of my phone







 The yurt where i slept in

Some of The land of Torsten

The meal that i prepared

On top of A mountain