Marcus L Endicott

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Tuesday, July 31, 1990

I packed right after waking. I had a quarter loaf of bread, half a "stick" of butter, marmalade, and two cold Pepsi's at the campground "bufe" for breakfast. I found the back road from Gyor to Mosonmagyaravar, and immediately started seeing bicycle tourists, which kept up the whole day! I stopped for white grape juice along the way. I stopped in Mosonmagyaravar and had a "tutti frutti" ice cream coupe with mineral water for lunch. While sitting there, I also knocked out five postcards, to James at NOC, Rosario, Nanny and Poppy, Grandma, and Jim and Mary Lou.

I stopped just before the border and used my last bill for cold apricot juice, at twice the regular price. I passed out of Hungary through the "CD" corridor, and drove past the line of cars to Austria, where the young guard, after seeing the cover of my passport, waived me right through.

I changed a $50 travelers check there at the Austrian Motor Club booth, and stopped in Nickelsdorf to call Dad. The Austrian PTT claimed that AT&T USA Direct service did not exist. I had to call the US Consulate to get the access number.

I pushed hard into sunset looking for a campground, without luck. I made Schwechat, Vienna's airport, and got a Gasthof dinner of soup, beef goulash, and ice cream, for about $10, including two lemonades and a tip. After dark, I wandered along a bike path and met some kids who took me to a hotel, where I got a simple room for $50. I had to go to the sauna for a shower. I slept badly, itching all night. I used China Oil profusely. It stops the itch, but doesn't end the problem.

Wednesday, August 1, 1990

I had breakfast at the hotel, of muesli, juice, coffee, bread, butter, marmalade, and cheese. The desk clerk directed me to the nearby "Hainburg - Passau Radwanderweg." In Vienna, I stopped once to call Fritz, who was still not at home, and three times at bike shops to look for cycling gloves, but found none I wanted. I also called Dad, tried to call Kathy, and bought clear nail polish and biodegradable soap.

I traveled the whole way through Vienna to Tulln, where I camped. I had tuna salad and a fruit ice cream coupe for lunch, along the way, at a lovely Gasthaus in Greifenstein. I wasted time riding around Tulln, until the banks closed at 16:00. I had to go to the post office to exchange $20 cash. At the campground, I met some Americans on a long bike tour. I showered, and ate yogurt, cookies, and lemonade for dinner at the canteen. I painted my "chigger bites" with clear nail polish.

Thursday, August 2, 1990

I got up and packed, losing the clock-pen Dad gave me for Christmas. I got "molke" drink, cherry tarts, and my first bananas in months, from a supermarket for breakfast. I exchanged $100 at a bank, before hitting the bike path for Krems. Along the way, I stopped for a fruit ice cream coupe, and called Kathy. She had moved, misplacing my files, and said to call back tomorrow.

I found my way through Krems, and stopped for another fruit ice cream coupe and two Cokes at Untermeisling. I pushed up a long hill for an hour or more. When I saw massive poppy fields at the top, I realized I must be close, and stopped for photos. Around a corner, I saw a sign, and two smiling freaks sitting in a van. I coasted into Rastenburg, and was hailed by freaks as I passed the Gasthaus. I rode around another corner, and into the seedcamp.

I met Christian welcoming people at the gate. He was a little stressy, but there was a good vibration in camp. I stood around talking with many friends for a long time, before pitching my tent in a beautiful spot. I saw Kailash, and spoke about the conflicts and not splitting the people. I even made peace with Two Bears. At the dinner circle, I hung out with Lau and his son Ramone. It was a beautiful circle. I went to bed still itching.

Friday, August 3, 1990

I awoke early, about 05:00, but fell asleep again until 09:00. I waited for the sun to clear the mountain before bathing in the nearby creek. I went to the kitchen area, and got warm muesli for breakfast. I talked with Caress, an older Hungarian-American from California, for a long time, mostly about hemp. I went to the gate for water, and teamed up with Terry-I, a Norwegian first timer, to find a shop. We stopped at the nearby Gasthaus in Rastenburg to ask. I called Kathy, and got no real news, other than a mention of my newsletter in FACTSHEET FIVE.

We walked the few klicks up hill to Rastenfeld, but the shops closed at noon. We had lunch at a Gasthaus, of turkey breast Cordon Bleu, fresh garden salad, and juice. I exchanged money at the bank. The bank teller was really nice, and let me make free photocopies of the site map. I went shopping and got a bucket, ten chocolate bars, thumb tacks, two pens, and lots of matches. On the way back, we saw a great hemp plant and poppies in a local garden, and took a photo. We also stopped again at the Rastenburg Gasthaus, for ice cream. I called Grandma, and had a long talk with Jim about Peter's graduation, and the family reunion at the beach.

Back at camp, I caught up on my journal, and snacked. I loaned Dutch Pete my bike, since I knew him from our North Carolina gathering when he was traveling by bike. I went to hang out at the American camp, and listened to guitar songs until dinner. We sang a nice song, chanted "OM," and I broke the circle with a hearty "Welcome Home!" We ate good brown rice and vegetables. I had to feed Ramone, as Lau was off scouting with Kailash. The police came, and I put little Ramone up to taking them Earth stickers, which worked the second time; the first time, he went and put them on a tipi!

Afterwards, I met with Jeff, who had just arrived, and others about the problem of splitting the camp between two sites. Eventually, we decided to call a council. I went and silenced the drums. We counciled long into the night. I spoke twice. Once, when the subject drifted to police violence, I told the story of the miracle at the Cumberland gathering in Tennessee that Spring, which was by informal consensus the high point of the council. Later, I was the first to state, regardless of the rest, "I go tomorrow morning," and then went to bed.

Saturday, August 4, 1990

I woke up, and ate a chocolate bar and vitamin. I packed up, and rolled out of camp as the sun breached the mountain. I met Christian and Jeff at the gate, and got directions. Before parting, I gave Christian one of the 111 Apache crystals.

I rode all the way into the site, with one wrong turn. I had trouble pin-pointing the epicenter, but my best guess turned out to be right. I circumnavigated the site, looking for water. I finally found some, but unfortunately there wasn't much. I filtered it, and ate a chocolate bar for lunch. I staked out the main intersection at the ruined village of Heinreichs from a military blind high up in a tree. I hung out there, until I heard the whoops of the scouting party water foray signaling one another, and soon met Christian. I fixed a flat tire, and went to set up camp.

After main convoy arrived, pandemonium broke out and divine chaos ruled. I spent several hours circling the site on my bike helping with information; or, as Kailash said, "playing Mercury," on the several kilometers of dirt roads that made a triangular loop enclosing the site. I met Robbie and his daughter Raven with Tobias as they were coming in, all happy. I arrived for main circle, just as it broke. Apparently, a forester had come to tell us to leave; and we declined. I saw Fritz from Vienna. I then went and worked the main gate until 01:00. Few vehicles came in, other than several short convoys from seedcamp. Christian, Jeff, and Pete came by at different times to talk.

Sunday, August 5, 1990

I woke up with the sun burning hot on my tent. I ate chocolate and a vitamin for breakfast. I packed up to go swimming and wash my clothes, but forgot to take the bucket. I met Christian at the gate. He had been there all night, apparently coming just after I left. I spent all morning on my bike scouting the lake, but finally went swimming. When I got back, Lau and Two Bears were working the gate. I smoked with some friends. I saw Urs B. and Heinz from Switzerland. I hung out back at the gate for a long time, until evening circle. While I was there, police and foresters passed, and the military brought in water. I smoked with Tobias before dinner. We ate rice and vegetables. Afterwards, I hung out with the American smoking circle, before going to council at the cooperation tipi about the police road blocks.

Monday, August 6, 1990

I woke up to an overcast sky, and ate a chocolate bar and vitamin for breakfast. I chatted with my new neighbors, and gave them some of my antifungal cream. I went to the lake for a nice swim, and attempted to wash my clothes. I passed police, who had established a check point just out of sight of our gate, but were only turning back vehicles. I went and reported this at the cooperation tipi. I got my computer, and set it up at the gate. I put my panels in parallel with the big one on Norbert's Fakir truck, now poised at a right angle to the road. I typed up a camp newsletter, smoked, and scouted road blocks on my bike. I spent the afternoon posting newsletter copies strategically around camp. I spent the evening in the cooperation tipi, and in Robbie and Raven's tipi, singing fun songs and laughing late into the night.

Tuesday, August 7, 1990

I woke up early, again to an overcast sky, and ate chocolate and vitamin for breakfast. I took my computer to the cooperation tipi, and helped get a delegation together to negotiate with the Austrian government.

We drove in through two road blocks, made a circle outside the front door of the Allentsteig police station, and chanted "OM." We had a good meeting, but should have taken the talking stick. The officials basically stated their position, requesting us to leave, to release responsibility. We unequivocally refused, but tried to straighten the permanent peace village trip out some. Afterwards, our group went to Azim's "Lichtspiele" theater for comfortable debriefing and analysis in the snack bar. After many problems, I was finally able to post our press release on GreenNet, in "Alerts." We went shopping, before going back through both road blocks, with more people in our van than we came with. I bought more chocolate, cookies, yogurt, juice, and toilet paper.

I walked into the site with Oleg, from Minsk in Byelorussia, stopping to chat with the Polish theater camp, and at the cooperation tipi to check on developments. 2,500 liters of water had been allowed in. I helped set up the Swedish circus tent, called the Golden Temple. I went to the Swiss camp, where there were lots of tipis, had muesli with Walti, and visited Urs F. Back at main circle, I saw Jacek from Lublin, and had a long talk. I went to smoke with Simon, Bill, and Oleg. Back at the circle again, I hung out with Allan and Britt, before going to bed.

>Topic 74 Austria Rainbow bmasel All Ways Free --- Rainbow Family News
>2:37 am Aug 8, 1990
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>** Topic: Austria Rainbow Peace Camp Blocka} ** ** Written 1:01 pm Aug
>7, 1990 by gn:mendicott in cdp:alerts ** 14:00, Tuesday, 7 August 1990
>
>Attention Press For Immediate Release
>
>The Rainbow Family of Living Light is now home on mother earth in Allentsteig,
>Austria, until August 14, for our annual reunion. The Rainbow i the universal
>symbol of peace and harmony; it includes all colors, symbolizing all religions,
>philosophies, and tribes.
>
>We appeal to all the people of the world to pray with us for peace and
>healing of this place.
>
>Police are now blockading water and supply vehicles to our encampment.
>We are more than 2,000 children, sisters, and brothers together here on
>the land.
>
>Further, we request the government and military of Austria to respect
>our sacred circle of peace and healing and to cease this blockade and aircraft
>overflights.
>
>Rainbow Family of Living Light media council
>
>** End of text from cdp:alerts **
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>Response 1 of 1
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>** Written 1:04 pm Aug 7, 1990 by gn:mendicott in cdp:alerts **
>Contact Austria{_ (02877) 276 or (0282667~r2) or 2663
>** End of text from cdp:alerts**

Wednesday, August 8, 1900

When I woke up, the sky was still a bit overcast. I had chocolate and a vitamin for breakfast again, before taking my bike to go swimming in the lake and wash clothes in my bucket. A cop and an MP at the gate tried to stop my bike coming back in, but I wouldn't take no for an answer.

Later, I took my computer to the gate and whipped out another newsletter. Afterwards, I visited Urs and set up solar power in his tipi. I got some food at the soup kitchen, and smoked with Bill on the way back to my tent. Before going to dinner circle, I went to shit. Afterwards, I had a long talk, tea, and chocolate with Oleg, at my camp. I then went to hang out with Tobias and Robbie until late into the evening. Tobias had news of the Iraq crisis. I also heard Fred in New York had gotten our computer message.

Thursday, August 9, 1990

I ate chocolate and a vitamin for breakfast, before going swimming and to explore new back roads. I went all the way out to the main road and checked the road block there.

I came back to council, and helped escort soldiers and the press around the camp. Later, when I tried to use my solar panels and printer with Urs' computer and car battery, I shorted out my 12 volt Toshiba auto adapter. Tobias and Christian said they would try to find a new AGC 8A 32 volt fuse in town. I loaned my bike to Paul for a food run, and haven't seen it since. After coffee with Horse and Caress (Karesz), I spent the evening walking around very angry about my bike. I even saw Tor, that I knew from the Tennessee gathering, who remembered my bike from there.

Friday, August 10, 1990

After a short, fitful sleep, I woke up early, to sunshine. After chocolate and a vitamin, I went to a latrine, before going to the Christiania kitchen to get water and look for Paul and my bike. I went to the gate and told the police hold my bike, if they saw it.

I went back to camp, telling everyone I saw to look for my bike. Simon invited me to his camp for some salad and a smoke. Afterwards, I went back to the gate again, and borrowed Norbert's old, big, black "Amsterdamer" one speed bicycle to go to all the way out to the second road block to look for my bike, and tell the cops there to look also. I met some Swiss, who were smoking, and stayed long to talk.

Back at our gate, I got the word that my bike had been returned. I went first to the cooperation tipi, and then to my tent, where I found it! I was happy to have it back, and celebrated by having tea and cookies with a neighbor and English sister. I went to main circle, and found a smoking circle, before going back out to the second road block to help bring in a food run.

What a movie! We just walked the food through the road block to another vehicle. Urs B. from Switzerland had a secret way around the other road block, before our gate. I heard at our gate that Two Bears hit Azim three times for pulling head trips about his village project. From our gate, I rode back into the site with my bike on Urs F.'s rack. I schmoozed in the English Tofu Kitchen until going to bed.

Saturday, August 11, 1990

I woke up early, and went to shit. I ate chocolate and a vitamin, and made tea, after getting water. I saw the top of the huge plastic water tank, loaned to us by a construction company, had been smashed. It must have fallen off the truck, when it was full. When I went to go swimming, the MP's asked me about North Carolina.

After a nice scrub, I went almost to Franzen to help push a car out of the mud. It had gotten stuck trying to drive through the woods at night to get around the road blocks. Some vehicles made it in. I then went to Rastenfeld by bike to call Ham, but only got his machine. Also, I bought juice, yogurt, nuts, raisins, and candles.

Pete brought me back in his little truck, with two beautiful sisters. I went to the welcome center at the gate and hung around a long time waiting to smoke. A lot of trips went down while I was there. There was a water tank movie, and a military recon guy came by on an enduro motorcycle.

I finally went back into camp and broke down and got a piece at the Italian camp and smoked it with Simon's poetry workshop, until dinner circle. I ate borscht and rice, with Urs and Rupp. Afterwards, I went to Robbie's tipi and smoked some more with Simon. Wiped out, I finally went to bed, and munched on soy biscuits with honey before going to sleep.

Sunday, August 12, 1990

I got up with the sun, took a shit, and ate chocolate and a vitamin for breakfast. I went to the lake on my bike to wash. On the way back, I met Tobias and went with him to Loschberg to charge his camcorder batteries and help do a video interview with Azim. We stopped to buy grapes, pears, carrots, and ice cream. On the way back in, we stopped at the gate to smoke. In the afternoon, I went to Urs' tipi to get my solar panels, and spent a long time there schmoozing with many friends, who enjoyed the fruit. We had a great dinner with plenty of couscous and spicy peas for all in a very calm and orderly circle. Afterwards, I joined the American smoking circle around Robbie's tipi. Later, I went to see the circus at the Golden Temple, but was quite stoned. Heinz came and borrowed my tire patch kit. Exhausted, I went to sleep not long after sunset.

Monday, August 13, 1990

After waking up, I took a shit, ate chocolate and a vitamin, got water and made tea. I washed in the lake, smoked with some Swiss brothers, and brought in a 40 kilo bag of flour on my bike. I spent the rest of the morning at the gate, smoking. At lunchtime, I bicycled to Urs' tipi and ate bread with vegetable spread with him, his daughter Zoe, and Bridge. I smoked with Tobias. He did some video taping. I hung around main circle until dinner. I walked around munching, and smoked again. It was late when I got word that Hamlin had made it in. I looked for him, shouting his name, but didn't find him, and went to bed. I had an idea for the tittle of my next book, TWO WHEELS EAST: EASTERN EUROPE BY BIKE.

Tuesday, August 14, 1990 [one week break]

After about an hour of looking, I found Hamlin sleeping in the tall grass behind one of the big tents. We went to my tent for a snack, and he crashed out again there. I cruised around on foot all day, tying up loose ends and saying goodbye. In the afternoon, Ham went cruising around on my bicycle. We had a great dinner circle, but without Ham.

Wednesday, August 15, 1990 [Ascension Day holiday]

I woke up out in the open, but in my sleepingbag. Hamlin was sleeping in my tent, without a sleepingbag. We packed, I biked ahead, and Ham walked to Rastenfeld. All the restaurants there were packed. We had lunch and beer together with friends.

I rode my bike to Krems. Hamlin took the Postbus, and arrived at about the same time. We took a train to Vienna. Hamlin wanted a hotel. After changing money, we took the subway to Tinschi's. (Tinschi is short for Martina.) It was a big crash-pad scene there. After dinner and wine, Ham got the sleepingbag, and a bed space. I slept on the floor in my clothes.

Thursday, August 16, 1990

Ham and I went into the city. He found a room at the Wildenauer Pension on Quellenstrasse, close to Tinschi and Bill's. I shopped for maps and other things for my trip. We ate health food for lunch at the Buddhist Center. Afterwards, I went to locate a good bike shop, and search for fuses. I found the best bike shop in Vienna, Cooperative Fahrrad. I met Ham at his hotel and we went to Tinschi and Bill's for dinner. They told us that Vienna has 100,000 hemp smokers.

Friday, August 17, 1990

After a continental breakfast and cereal at the hotel with Ham, he went on a city tour, and I worked most of the day at Cooperative Fahrrad. It was a cool scene there. I met Turkish kids and other tourists working in a back courtyard with the free tools. I replaced the handlebars, tires, brake cables and pads. In the afternoon, when it started raining, I had tea with fellow biker, Urs R. from Seeburg, Germany, who was headed for Turkey. Later, Ham and I went to Tinschi and Bill's for dinner, and a party.

Saturday, August 18, 1990

Hamlin and I got breakfast at the hotel. We got lost on the way to the Naschmarkt flea market. We spent all morning there, bumping into people from Rainbow. Ham and I ate watermelon, then went to the Prater amusement park. Ham treated me to a ride on the Riesenrad, which was much better than I thought it would be. We ate langos, spicy Hungarian fried bread, and ice cream for lunch. Later, we walked down Karntner Strasse, Vienna's main pedestrian mall. We went to Tinschi and Bill's again in the evening for dinner and party.

Sunday, August 19, 1990

After eating breakfast at the hotel with Hamlin, he said goodbye, and left for Budapest. I showered, and worked on my computer until checkout time at noon. I put two nights there on my American Express card.

I went to Tinschi's, and then into the city to visit friends playing music on the street. After the Rainbow, the market for street musicians dropped considerably. It rained, and I called Dad from my refuge in a phone booth. After it stopped, we made a circle and "OMed" in front of Saint Stephen's church. I made dinner at Tinschi's, and partied until late.

Monday, August 20, 1990

I shopped intensively all day. I searched out a second pair of cycling shorts, a black shirt, and electrolyte drink mix, which I put on my Amex card. From the central telephone exchange, I sent a telex to Michael in Moscow.

It was Bill's birthday, and we had an unusually big dinner and party at the apartment. I presented him with my old triathlon bar and three good tires.

>8644114226+ 411426 mir su 90-08-20-10:58
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>114827 tzst a
>
>friends: i met michael harshan of soviet travels in north carolina,
>usa, at nantahala 90. i wish to bicycle from poland to finland during october
>and november 1990, preferably via vilnius, riga, tallinn, and leningrad.
>i have already completed 2500 kilometers through yugoslavia, bulgaria,
>romania, and hungary. soon i will continue through czechoslovakia to poland.
>i wish to cross into su by bicycle on october 1. i am flexible about time,
>but must complete the journey before winter. my permanent address is: marcus
>l. endico tt, post office box 2589, cullowhee, north carolina 28723, usa.
>i am a us citizen, but was born 1 march 1959 in melbourne, australia. i
>am a travel writer, freelance. i have no telephone or telex since i am
>traveling, but will try to telephone you tomorrow and weekly thereafter.
>american express card is the ideal form of payment for me. thank you. :-)
>
>411426 mir su 114827 tzst a

Tuesday, August 21, 1990

I got up before the rest, and went to the store for yogurt and Auer Tortenecken chocolate wafers for my breakfast. I went to the Polish Embassy and got a same day student visa. I stopped by a camping store and picked up two new bungee cords. I called Moscow from the central telephone exchange, found out Michael had not received my telex, got the new number, and sent the telex again, with modifications. Moscow time was three hours later than Vienna. I had dinner at Tinschi's, and partied all evening. Tinschi's mother complained to me about her son Wolfgang's 15 year heroin addiction.

>864411762+ 411762 mosre su 90-08-21-13:10
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>114827 tzst a friends: i met michael harshan of soviet travels in north
>carolina, usa, at nantahala 90. i wish to bicycle from poland to finland
>during october and november 1990, preferably via vilnius, riga, tallinn,
>and leningrad. i have now completed 2500 kilometers through yugoslavia,
>bulgaria, romania, and hungary without problem. soon i will continue through
>czechoslovakia to poland. i wish to cross into s.u. by bicycle on october
>1. i am flexible about time and route, but must finish the trip before
>winter. my name and permanent address are: marcus l. endicott, post office
>box 2589, cullowhee, north carolina 28723, usa. i am a u.s. citizen, but
>was born in melbourne, australia, on 1 march 1959. i have a b.sc. degree
>in psychology, but earn my living as a freelance travel writer and author.
>i have no telephone or telex since i am traveling, but will try to telephone
>you again tomorrow and weekly thereafter. although my financial resources
>are limited, american express card is the best method of payment for me.
>thank you. :-)
>
>411762 mosre su 114827 tzst a

Wednesday, August 22, 1990

I woke up early, as usual, in a room full of people at Tinschi's. I went to the store for milk and butter for the group, and yogurt and Auer Tortenecken chocolate wafers for me. I packed up and said goodbye.

I went to Cooperative Fahrrad for a crank tool, then to the central telephone exchange to call Moscow again. I spoke with Alexander Maximov, vice-president of Soviet Travels, who assured me that it would be "no problem" for them to get just a visa for me. He said to call back in ten days. I also called Kathy.

I started cycling out of town on the Hainburg - Passau Radwanderweg bike path toward Bratislava, Czechoslovakia. It was windy, overcast and depressing. I determined not to leave without a working solar system. I stopped, found the Toshiba distributor in a phone book, called and made arrangements. I called Dad for more money, but talked to his buddy Bill who was visiting.

I had difficulty finding the correct trains to Andy's. Also, the street numbers in his village, Traunfeld, seemed completely random. He showed me his place. After a dinner of fresh corn, I felt much better. I slept in his barn.

Thursday, August 23, 1990

I woke up early, in the hay, took a shit in the outhouse, and went on my bike to the village shop and waited in line for orange juice, yogurt, and still warm fresh bread. I went back and had breakfast with Andy. Afterwards, he drove me to the Wolkersdorf train station. On the way, we stopped at a gravel pit. He was looking for washed rocks to put beneath a clay floor in the one completely natural room of the old farmhouse he was renovating.

I took the train to "Wien Mitte/Landstrasse." I tried to call Dad, but there was no answer. I rode to American Express on Karntner Strasse. I received $1000 from Dad, and changed $350 into Shillings for a new auto adapter. I went back to Wien Mitte station, got a mozzarella sandwich for lunch, and called CHG/Toshiba. They told me to take the U-bahn to Reumanplatz, and then two buses to Lamenzanstrasse, in the industrial area. When I got to Reumanplatz, the bus driver said, "no bikes." I ate an ice cream cone, and then rode my bike to the place.

I met Christian, a consultant, Manfred, the advertising director, and talked with a technical expert. Christian invited me to his office for hot chocolate. We talked about mountain bikes and Nostradamus. He showed me his collection of bike catalogs. Manfred offered to try to sell the story in Austria, if I send him a photo of me using the solar rig on the bike. They gave me 30% dealer discount, but I had to pay 20% tax, refundable at the border.

I went back to Reumanplatz by bike, had an ice cream soda, then went on to Nord Bahnhof and took a train to Wolkersdorf. I had an Almdudler, an Austrian soft drink, which tasted like ginger ale, while waiting for a train to Hautzendorf. From there, I rode my bike to Traunfeld.

I tested the new auto adapter, and charged my battery with it. I called London and connected with GreenNet. There were two old messages about Rainbow, one from Peter at Maxworks in Chicago and the other from the PeaceNet director, Howard, in San Francisco.

Andy made a superb Hungarian dinner, fresh from the garden. Afterwards, we visited his neighbor, Roman, who had an American guest, Mike. Mike had been in Austria since finishing college in 1973, and now worked for a hotel in Vienna. He talked on and on about Iraq, and kept making shallow, stereotypical comparisons with the history of the Second World War, which he studied in college. I spilled a little herb tea on my computer, when the chair I was sitting in broke. I went to sleep dead tired at 01:00.

Friday, August 24, 1990

I woke up in the hay again. I had muesli for breakfast with Andy. I set up my solar panels to charge the battery with the new adapter, which was different from the old one. I caught up my journal, took the dog for a walk, and helped wash stones and excavate the floor, until mid-afternoon. We ate cheese sandwiches for lunch. Andy drove me to Wolkersdorf. I was ticked off that he had kept me there working so long and then was not going to take me into the city, as I thought we had agreed, but must have been a misunderstanding.

I had to take a train to Sud Bahnhof, another to Wiener Neustadt, and a third to Wiesen, for the annual Reggae festival. Andy and I met, arriving at the same time. I found a free, and private, place to camp in the woods. I saw another Austrian Andy, who I met before in Nevada, and others from Rainbow. I bought a weekend pass, for 700 Shillings, about $70. I had pizza and coffee for dinner, and chocolate wafers for desert. I found the main Vienna Rainbow tipi camp, and hung around smoking until the last set, before going to dance. I was accosted by an older woman who was drunk, horny, and said so. After a snack, I went to bed.

Saturday, August 25, 1990

For breakfast, I ate chocolate wafers and a vitamin. I listened to the BBC news, and wrote in my journal, before wandering around, looking for friends. I found some Spanish Rainbow people, and smoked with them. They told me about getting busted in Vienna, while tripping. I went to the Vienna Rainbow tipi camp for more smoking, before wandering into the concert to get yogurt, Latella molke, and pastry. I listened to the music, ate pizza, and smoked some more with friends. I went back to the tipi camp, and stayed until late, smoking. Tinschi came in, and told me that Hamlin was back, looking for me. I called her place, his hotel, and Dad to leave messages. I listened to the music, ate pizza, and drank strawberry wine, a regional specialty, and had muffins and coffee. I was asleep by midnight, but the music played until dawn.

Sunday, August 26, 1990

For breakfast, I had mango molke, chocolate wafers, and a vitamin. I packed, and rode to the train station. I took two trains to Vienna, rode to the Wildenauer, and found Ham's room. A maid let me in to stash my things. I went to Tinschi's, and was glad to find Sigmund who I knew from Norway, and Eddy who was at the Cumberland gathering in Tennessee with me, which made three so far. We smoked, and waited around. I went out and had langos and ice cream for lunch. I met Hamlin for dinner. We got chicken at Wienerwald, and talked a long time about Hungary. I slept fitfully, because of too much street noise.

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