Have a look around

U.S.A., as seen from the train. The train stopped every once in a while, in the middle of nowhere, just to wait, or at tiny train stations, to let one person in or out.

Sunset. First night. Taken from the front porch.

The big barn, with the milkhouse in front. Took the bottom picture while standing at the far right corner.

Sunrise.

My view, for many hours in a day.

Have already seen 5 foxes, not too scared at all.

About 500 animals in this barn. Milk cows, heiffers, dry cows, calves and two bulls.

"Home sweet home"

This is Aron, at the heiffer barn behind the house.

The ocean!

Milking cows on PEI

Yeah, I guess you're right. You're not going to hear from me too much, anymore... :)
A combination of too much to do, slow internet and not feeling like it. Of course I will put some pictures online every once in a while.

Left Sunday morning at 8.20 in a train heading to Montreal, where I arrived (with a visa) at 6 pm. The first bus, towards Summerside, Prince Edward Island, left at 10.30 pm. And my third bus arrived there, at 4 pm Monday afternoon. Earlier than anybody thought was possible.
My friend Aron, left the parlour right away, when I phoned, to come pick me up and give me a hug (the first smell of cows again; awesome!). That night he showed me around in his house, showed me the farm, I met the farmers, things like that. The farm is a 5-minute-drive away, and behind my temporary home, is a barn with some heiffers. And you can see the sea from the farm, but I haven't been on a beach yet.
There's about 270 cows, being milked right now. At 5 am, 2 pm and 10 pm. Although that third time is only for the high producing group of cows. Me, and Aron too, work from 4.45 till about 6, so we milk twice. Breakfast with toast, and hot meal for lunch included in a day. Guess that if I want to sleep enough I should get to bed at 8 pm...
I love it. Feel like I'm in the right place. And, of course, I'm totally aware of the fact that I have to enjoy it all to the max! So that's what I'm doing.

Talk later!

The last pictures

Some signs

I was just about to caress them :)

Somewhere.

East Village.

So, if I get this right, I am not allowed to walk in the planting beds, but I am allowed to plough through them, with my wheelchair? Ok. Makes sense to me.

At the Botanical Garden.

Can I PLEASE, use my own mind, and make decisions myself?!?

No joke. This sticker is on the bumper of each police car.

In the bus...

Subway map of New York.

Food

One of my favourites: curly cheese fries!

(Yes, they dare to call that silt cheese...)

Cold salad, with grilled chicken. And you see part of my freezer-throne in the Fried Chicken, the place where most of my meals are prepared.

Jamaican. Rice with beans, and spicy steak.

Made this one myself :)

Lamb on rice. From a booth on 125th and Lenox Ave.

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Yes. I actually cooked. Gehaktballen! Irene wanted to taste a Dutch meal...

Mhmm.

One from the African restaurant around the corner, here in the Bronx. Rice, onion, tomato and an egg. But they have ugali, and whole fried fishes, and chicken necks too.

Crispy fries. A chocolate milkshake. And my mental food.