Day 11: First we take New Hampshire, then we take Berlin

I woke up in the camping site, and made some breakfast – Eggs and Israeli salad. I took the tent down and went to to the bathroom. Somebody left there a brochure about the Orono Bog Boardwalk, so naturally, I drove there. It’s pretty cool.

Although there were signs telling you not to go of the boardwalk, I saw a dude off the boardwalk, taking pictures. I think he was a little embarrassed, so he started explaining to me some of the planets. Like the these pitcher plants:

They have hair in the inside, and water on the bottom. An insect that goes inside cannot get out because of the hair, falls into the water and drowns. The plant extracts enzymes into the water which digest the insect and feed the plant. Cool, right? The dude came from Florida to visit his girlfriend and his daughter. He’s a VAC technician. He has been taking pictures for the past 20 years, and he learns about the things he’s taking pictures of. That’s why he knows so much about pitcher plants.

I opened Google Maps. And picked Berlin NH as a new destination, with no good reason. I stopped in some picnic area, emmm, somewhere, got out the stove and made lunch – fried spam sandwiches.

I drove on and got to Rumford falls.

I then made it to Berlin. There was nothing there. I didn’t want my journey to Berlin to be for nothing, so I found a bar and went in. There were not many people there, but I was soon picked on by the drunk Cathie. She asked what my name was, and then she inquired about my last name. She yelled “Shaccchhaarrr !!!”, which reminded her of the word “shocker”, and therefore started yelling “two in the pink, one in the stink!”. I learned something new, and if this is new to you, dear reader, you can learn something new today. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shocker_(hand_gesture). You’re welcome.

She turned out to be pretty cool. She’s married to a bartender at that bar, and they have a daughter, one year old. She’s working at her dad’s garage, where they disassemble old cars and sell the parts. We ended up having a few beers together, and Cathie, who’s veeery talkative, went on and on about how un-ladylike she is (cuz I couldn’t figure that out,  when she yelled “two in the pink, one in the stink”, with her fingers pointing to her vagina and her asshole, right?), and how much she doesn’t care, which made me think that she might care a little bit. Anyway, she was a handful. But fun.

We departed when I was getting too drunk and she had to give some attention to her friends in the bar. I drove the nearby Gorham, which is a really cool town, got a room there and went to bed.