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Euroventure Pt. 4: Lose My Heart on the Burning Sand

04.17.13 – 19.38 – Wednesday – Weirdo Canyon, Tilburg

If it was a Western, it would be The Revenge of the Return to Weirdo Canyon. It’s not a Western though. I did what’s fast becoming my usual directionless shuffle to get here following a stop off at Sounds, which is apparently just down the way. A blatant reminder if nothing else of how little I actually know this place. Picked up a few cool rockers from Sparzanza and Winnebago Deal, the last Endless Boogie in case they don’t have it with them in their merch, and Hexagon, by Black Skies, and no complaints. Sounds was a cool shop and I’m glad to be in Tilburg again.

The canyon is much as I left it, though the train ride to get here was longer than I remembered. Maybe I was sleeping, but just as I was thinking to myself that this was taking much more time than I thought it would, I saw the spires on top of the cathedral here and knew right off where I was. Those spires would also later provide orientation while I wandered in the alleys en route to the canyon, which, since I didn’t get much time here last year, I definitely wanted to visit at least for a cup of coffee.

At some point I need to eat, too. Should remember to do that. Last thing I seem to recall eating was a protein bar halfway through the flight. Should also buy a big bottle of water before I go back to the hotel in Eindhoven. Quite a to-do list I’m assembling here.

I checked in on the 013. It’s still there. And the Hotel Mercure is still there. There is a smattering of locals in the canyon, more probably than there will be come tomorrow, but if I was just walking by, I’d either know something was up or want to sell my house for the influx of the beard element. Tomorrow most of these people will stay away and it’ll just be the weirdos and the pigeons, which are different than the ones at home – like the trees are different – and have a quiet kind of dignity to them while being chased by small children in the square, like, “Excuse me, I’m trying to get some lunch. And shouldn’t you be in school?”

We’re almost there. This will be my last check-in before I get to the Mercure tomorrow. There’s a Roadburn pre-show tonight, but I’m skipping it in favor of what will be my last quiet evening for a while, though it is peaceful here, if smoky, so maybe just another minute or two.

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