So exhausted. Four months of being a vagabond. Too many cold showers, continental breakfasts, crappy beer and food but so many fascinating sights that many will never see as they will not be able to go back into 1975 ever. Well on the plane to a super nice crew who were freaking out with the resemblance I have to my sister who works with Overseas National Airways. I think aside for a lunch break and cold Bud I slept all the way to Washington. As the plane was deadheading back to JFK they let me stay onboard. Imagine flying in an empty DC-10! I unexpectedly met sister at JFK. Had I any money or energy I could have flown to Paris, turned around and gone to Los Angeles where I could have met my friend Ron, the cameraman I hung out with in Amsterdam. Instead I dragged my sorry ass to Port Authority for an 8 hour trip back to Montreal. I was a babbling vegetable by the time I arrived. Eaten alive by Europe!
Photo Aldo Bindini
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