Day 2

Perhaps someday this will become our routine, but now it’s still a novelty: we wake up, and the first thing we see is this:

Slowly we are starting to get into the routine, or the ‘behind the scenes’ of road-tripping. For example, every evening we have to find a place where we’ll park and spend the night. It’s one thing to do so at a specially designated spot in a park, but completely another to sleep within the town boundaries. We have to park in such a place where during the evening, morning, and even (if we need to – and we always need to) at night, we have bathroom close by. So far, the best place is a parking lot by some supermarket, especially because we can run over there to buy little things that are still needed for our glamping gear.

Pretty late in the evening some local parking lot gangsters appeared, but they weren’t too loud. Unlike the dude with the leaf blower (in case someone doesn’t know what a leaf blower is, it’s a motor in a backpack used for blowing leaves and trash – basically a motorized broom). Apparently, to be out of early customers’ way, he started cleaning his territory around 5am, including neatly blowing around our car. The feeling is as if someone, while you are peacefully enjoying your morning dreams, brought a moped into your bedroom and decided to make sure it’s working properly at the highest revs.

And then, around 8am, spry customers started to come over and clank the carts. In the photo, I’m racking my brain, wondering why anyone would need to come to Walmart so early.

The answer in fact is simple and straightforward, we only need to come inside for our morning procedures to find out (who would’ve thought – going to the store with only one purpose: to use the restroom and brush your teeth!): the customers at this time are exclusively retirees. For them it’s almost mid-day, as they woke up so early that it’s scary to even think about when it was. I’d bet they probably came a little before the opening time and restlessly waited at the doors.

On the other hand, this is much better than camping next to a family with 10 kids.

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