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Pavel in the city of the roses

Pavel is our CouchSurfing host in Portland. We spent 3 nights with him. He is from Bielorusia and he came in US with a Phd in semiconductors and when he finished it, he got a job at Intel. He lives the American dream: a nice car, a big house with a huge garden for a future dog. On the other hand, he doesn’t have too much time, since he works 7-19 and each three weeks, he is on night call.

Pavel dated an American girl. Once, after about 2 months, when he came to her place, there was on the table a magazine specialized on marriage diamonds. Pavel said that the girls are programmed that ‘if marriage then diamonds’. The same story I had heard from Viorel, that the custom is that the diamond is 30% of the yearly revenue of the groom.

He goes once a year in Bielorusia. He says that if you accept corruption, you can have a good life.

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India is from India. She is a work colleague of Pavel. We met her at a Sunday grill. She is very emancipated, she drives a 1200cc chopper, very big and heavy. As the other Indian at the party, she is married with an Indian who is living far by 3 hours flight. The problem is that in US, even as a Phd doctor, working for 6 years, if you don’t have a job, you have to leave the country. So each of them sticks to the job they got after graduation and wait to get the citizenship.

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Pavel is sharing his house with Vladimir, from Ukraine. He has tough stories with colleagues and friends who went in the war, and some died.

Despite all these sad stories, we had a very good time with them.

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Portland is known for roses, the climate is apparently perfect to grow them.

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First night in Portland

 

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We arrive late in the afternoon. We look for a park where to put the hammock. There is some green on the gps application near the river. We took all the luggage and there we see a lot of homeless people. After the good experience in Victoria, I am tempted to try here as well. Emilie suggests to speak with a small group. I refuse the gently offered pot, but they give me a good advice: run, it is dangerous there, because of narcotic people and they recommend another park, out of the center.

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Hitchhiking on the West Coast

In Port Angeles, at the tourist information, we understood that there are a lot of homeless people, so hitchhiking is difficult. The clouds looked pretty awful, so we waited for the bus to go to the West Coast to the ‘Third Beach’, in an Indian reservation. We arrived there by the free bus of the community.

At the dusk we crossed the Redwood forest to get to a paradise beach, well of the North, because it was raining. It seamed to be nobody.

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Crossing the border

We go to take the ferry from Victoria to Port Angeles, Washington State, US. Crossing the border was the easiest and funniest. The customs office is on the way to the ferry, after the waiting hall. The office was so small, I took only my passport to check if there is really the customs. Since I was there, they checked the passport, got in 5 seconds the OK. Then I say, sorry, I forgot my girlfriend. I came back. We started to write some postcards. We couldn’t finish before the last person passed the customs, so they call for us. We are not under stress, but hurrying makes me forget a bag in the waiting hall … Can you imagine this scene in an American Customs Office ? At the end, Emilie asked to extended a little bit her authorization, the officer didn’t ask any question, she just said ‘how long do you want?’ and did it right away!

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