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Reisverslag 'Trip to Dallas'
5 oktober 2015
'Trip to Dallas'
On our way to the car rental company, our fully prepared farmer asked Genaro some last questions to perfect the puzzle in his mind, not knowing this picture will immediately be messed up by wrong Western ways of driving once you mingle onto the main road. Passing via the left or right, driving on the left side while the right lane is free and not sticking to speed limits; cowboys just don't care.
While listening to some Dutch country music and while pretending to be riding a horse while wearing a cowboy hat, we started to appreciate what was going on. In a moment of mentally living in his imagination, Genaro forgot that we were nót riding a horse in some 'traffic light free area' a.k.a. the wild western prairie. This caused the fact that it took our two cars only 2 minutes to loose eachother, which in turn resulted in us driving in the wrong direction after only 500 metres of driving. It may just be coincidental, but just guess in which car I was? Yes of course, in the one that didn't succeed in following up the orders of the GPS for any longer than 5 minutes... Luckily current navigation systems are provided with a 'recalculating function', which even enables people like me to get back on track without losing too much valuable time. Jorge called the other car to wait for us and reassured them that everything was allright because "Bertus is a good driver, he just doesn't know the rules" (keeping in mind that we still needed to survive driving for about 3 hours). Just by continuously keeping an eye on Genaro's car and crossing some red lights when needed, we managed not to make any more mistakes and reach our final destination at 7 pm.
Jorge lives with his lovely grandma in a town just 30 minutes away from the center of Dallas and he was as hospitable to invite us to stay there for the night. That his grandma was as awesome as he told us became clear immediately. Besides being a lovely person, she also features some fantastic cooking skills. After not having eaten proper food for like 4 weeks and since 12pm was the last time some food entered my stomach, I was desperately craving a proper meal. Well, without any doubt, I definitely fell in love with Puerto Rican food after finishing two plates of great rice, meat and 'baked banana'! I recommended her to open a restaurant on campus, which she wisely rejected since it would probably only take a month to be shut down again because of 'unfair competition'.
After we stuffed our stomach, it was time to go to a party of some of Jorge's friends. The house looked so great that I was wondering whether I would be allowed to enter. Luckily for me they were looking for some real 'party animals' so me, feeling like a stuffed turkey, was more than welcome. After I chucked the first 'yelly' in my life, there was no space left for any more drops of alcohol unless throwing up would provide me with some empty space. We didn't have much time to drink anyways, because the Aggie Yell leaders were waiting for us to join the midnight yell in Fort Worth. It took place in Forth Worth 'Stockyards' to be precise, the first city in Texas I have seen so far which comes close to my dull Dutch stereotypical view of 'cowboylike Texas'. I saw só many cowboys, cowboy boots and other accesories which are critically essential to have in your wardrobe, that launching USA's GDP per 'hat' of population would dramatically lower the valuation of its economical performance. The Aggies are loyal fans, so Stockyard was suddenly dominated by students wearing mighty maroon and screaming weird words. After having damaged our vocal cords, it was time to ruin them even more by means of shoutingly singing some songs from Jorge's 'father' while driving to downtown Fort Worth for a night out. To end this destroying flow and thereby the night, Bertus decided that our car was desperately in need of love so provided our (luckily insured) vehicle with some kissing session with the curb of the pavement. The result was difficult to observe in the darkness of the night, but only hearing the sound it made was enough to determine that this didn't do anything good to the car and definitely not to the lacquer.
The day after we went to the city of Dallas. We visited the JFK museum and went all the way up to the top of the Reunion Tower. We had lunch in the most client unfriendly but funniest restaurant you can imagine, but what else would you expect when it's called 'Dick's Last Resort'. We finished the day by taking advantage of our last chance to eat some fast food free perfect Puerto Rican style food, before returning to College Station.
All in all we can conclude that: we cannot conclude which 1 out of the uncountlessly many conspiracies about JFK's death is true, that we are pretty sure that Puerto Rican food made by Jorge's grandma is 'to die for', ánd that we are certain about the fact that escaping your everyday surroundings for a few days is a lot if fun! So brave buddies from Budel, even a farmer can function on a six lanes Texan highway driving in some randomly rented Toyota in stead of his everyday used Massey Ferguson tractor, so let's get your asses out of your comfort zone and be excited to experience some exploration!
7 oktober 2015 04:06 | Door: bertus van der weijst
Did we use GPS the first few minutes?
7 oktober 2015 04:12 | Door: bertus van der weijst
Massey Ferguson it is, no John Deerne.
7 oktober 2015 05:57 | Door: Kim Heijlighen
Haha I will change it Bertus!