Late Arival
Coming down the western Cascades was a site to see. Suddenly the Barren dessert landscape was replaced with giant trees and lush vegetation. I really wanted to stop at all the look outs, but the sun was starting to set, and I didn’t want a repeat of Yellowstone, that is driving about the mountains in the dark.
I got into Eugene late and had trouble finding the hostel in the dark, I ended up driving up and down Willamette road. This hostel was very different then the other two I stayed in. It was thriving with fellow travelers, from around the world.
I entered through the back gate, which I think was the only entrance, to find a very out of the ordinary establishment. It was if someone took a shitty home, and through a bunch of beds in it. Well the house itself did date back to 1890, so you can imagine its condition. When I entered I was tired from the road but very eager to meet the assortment of travelers in the house.
After the usual substandard check in process, and a tour of the facility’s I was introduces to a few of my fellow bunkmates. We had Rob from Missouri, although judging by his long hair and lingo; you would swear he was from southern California. He had been doing just as I traveling about the country in no particular fashion, and had stopped in Eugene to make some money. The there was Eric, he himself indeed came from southern California, but judging from the way he dressed and talked you would swear he came from Missouri. Next was Jessica who hailed all the way from marry old England, to be more precise Liverpool. She was on holiday traveling a bit of our lovely western coast before she began her internship in molecular engineering at a college in LA. Then there was Tamara who had a thing for running. Her story was unclear because she didn’t talk much but did a lot of smiling. Our MC for the night would be Eric who spoke with a strong south Bronx accent. He would entertain us all with his extravagant and tall tales of his times spent loafing abroad in Venezuela.
At first it was a bit odd, and awkward much like entering a party where you don’t know anyone. But everyone was very warm to the reception of a new traveler and was eager to hear where I been, and where I was going. At the nights end, it almost felt as if we all had known each other for quite some time.
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