| To sum up the trip:
To elaborate:
Cincinnati was an absolute cultural revolution. The people there are absolutely screwed up. But they kinda grow on you at the same time... I think it's because you start to become one of them. I did, and I was only there for 4 days. The people don't drive generously, at all. They don't stop for stop signs. They don't stop for the red lights, either. Forget about the yellow lights. If you're going too slowly, they don't hesitate to swerve around you, or to tell you that you're going too slowly for that matter. If you are a pedestrian, you must have a sign next to you indicating that you have the right of way... otherwise, good luck. I started to forget about the yellow lights. That place is so crowded and such a hussle and bussle that you have to forget about the yellow lights to make it anywhere. It's just another world out there... at least three sirening ambulances ran by daily, and they all happened to follow Leslie. So anytime we saw a sirening ambulance, we knew Leslie would show up. Interestingly enough, she did.
They have Indian food there. It is amazing. It was especially amazing because you could choose the level of spiciness for the food (1-6). The usual choice is 2, for the record. Otherwise the hottness seeps through your pores, and you melt all day. We also had Mediterranean food. I don't care to correct my spelling... sorry anal readers. That food was delicious. Rather dry meat, so make sure you get something that comes with a sauce or condiment. If you stay late enough, the belly dancer will come out and woo you with her enchanting stare and coming smile. I fell in love.
And woke up again.
There's a part in Cincinnati in which we (two out of state girls in a vulnerable white nissan) do not speak of. It's the ghetto; people line these dark alleys; fights happen; drive-by's happen. It's not a pretty sight. Chelsea and I were trying to find our way to I-74 (the way home). Mapquest can be wrong with their details on certain things; Cincinnati streets are terribly confusing; and girls can second guess themselves. Easily. Needless to say, we made the wrong turn, went 2 miles in the wrong direction, and found out that we were mingling with the wrong crowd... quickly. After Chelsea announced that she didn't like where we were going, we realized that we shouldn't like where we were. I wanted to get off the road, but Chels decided to just turn around and go back the way we came to get back to where we should be. The locals gathered that we didnt' know what the hell we were doing and had no business being there... those thieving wolves must have smelled blood because they walked out right onto the road in front of us, hooting at the car, waving their hands, trying to get us to stop. Needless to say, Chelsea decided to go back the way we came MUCH more quickly. We sped through the group with one guy in paticular a mere inch from the car. If it came to it, we wouldn't have hesitated to hit him. He didn't have a pedestrian sign next to him, what can I say?
It was an excellent trip... a cultural revolution indeed... |
