Monday, April 18, 2005


At one albergue, the crazy Spanish hippie was lifting up my mattress from the bunk below, and another Spaniard was warning me about him and trying to scare me. So I whipped out my big knife with the wooden handle (just like the one Javier has). I started stroking the blade and said, "I'm not afraid." He took his blanket and went and slept somewhere else—thankfully!

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