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#14 - Knowing What Crude Oil Tastes Like When You Don’t

Saturday, April 26th, 2008

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You don’t know what crude oil tastes like, do you? I do. You’ve seen the stuff in movies, but it’s usually fake. I’ve never seen convincing snow in a movie, ever, and I’ve never seen convincing crude oil in a movie. You probably don’t even know what crude oil smells like. If you’re a thinking person, one who is aware of how gasoline is processed, you might surmise that it smells like diesel fuel. If you’re a thinking person who hangs around at the tarmacs of airports, you might think it smells like jet fuel.

You’re wrong.

In a previous life, I worked at a pipeline which shipped crude oil from the producers on site at their oil wells and sold that oil to a larger pipeline. My job was to drive around to the producer’s sites, analyze the quality of the oil to be shipped, and then set timers on pumps so that the oil would flow to our distribution center. We had to wear scuba masks and don air quality monitors to protect ourselves against Hydrogen Sulphide gas when climbing the tanks which held the oil. It was a summer job between university, so I also had to mow lawns and make coffee. I didn’t have to wear the scuba mask while mowing lawns, despite the fact that that would have looked cool. For one summer, I actually had my own truck with a centrifuge for analyzing oil and an unlimited supply of Varsol, with a high power motor as strong as a car wash’s. It was to clean things that were dirty with crude oil. Infinite Varsol!

Once, while testing some crude oil, I dropped a tube while moving the oil from the centrifuge. It hit the sink in such a way that the crude oil being tested splashed on my face. As luck would have it, my mouth was open at the time. It was probably in the midst of saying “oh” in “oh crap”, so I got a huge mouthful of fresh crude oil in my mouth. Upon tasting it, I said to myself, “well, at least I know what crude oil tastes like now.”

Oh, yeah. Crude oil tastes like blenderized dead and rotting trees. The mouth-feel of crude oil is something like soy sauce that has been reduced for hundreds of thousands of years. The aftertaste is, predictably, terrible. Not recommended.

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#13 - All Nighters

Saturday, April 19th, 2008

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I love “pulling” all nighters. There has been some boring ones where I spent the night in an office coding up lottery ticket data, but the following is my favorite one. One that will never be topped. My number one all time best all nighter.

The Plan

Spend a night in the wonderful city of Valencia, do laundry, pack, find a cheap hotel in Barcelona. Fly out early in the morning to Moscow in advance of my trip on the Trans Mongolian Express.

What Happened

Thursday, June 14th, Valencia

9:40pm
Went out to Las Ceuvas with my roommate from LA, Matthew, to eat tapas. At the same time, I got a message that would have been great to receive had I been in Madrid at the time.

11:30pm
Went out to the same street we had been going to for the last couple of days.

12:30am
The first bar we went to, the one with a dinosaur motif, was closing, so we went walking down the street of Las Ceuvas. We found a dance bar where they were playing top 40 pop stuff. We had a few drinks there.
Friday, June 15th, Valencia-Barcelona

1:45am
Went to a bar called Johnny Maracas. A Brazilian dancer was performing amongst the people on the dance floor. She was dressed Brazilian, or in close to nothing. There were three drummers surrounding her pounding on the drums as she gyrated. This was less sleazy than it sounds, if you can believe that.

Valencian Graffiti

2:40am
Found a place for Turkish doners, Met some more Americans. We saw some graffiti, and took pictures of said graffiti.

3:00am
Went back to the hostel. I slept about half an hour later.

9:30am
I woke up, had breakfast, did laundry, dried clothes in the Valencian sun, did some emailing, and did some packing.

12:00am
I left the hostel and walked to train station, with my backpack where it belongs. On my back.

2:27pm
Got on train to barcelona. The first train was sold out, so i had to wait a bit for the next one.

5:30pm
Arrived at Barcelona. Looked for a hotel near the train station so I could sleep and relax before the whole train ride to China thing.

6:00pm
All of the hotels that weren’t 175 Euros a night were booked. I decided to try and go to Las Ramblas and find a run down hostal.

6:40pm
Again, same story. Everything was fully booked.

7:00pm
Walked to the hostel I had stayed at the week before to see if it was possible to get a bed. I remembered that some people were able to get beds at the last minute the last Thursday I was there. Impossible

7:30pm
Decided to simply stay at the hotels near the airport, thinking that they might be more free than the hotels in the city. I went back to the train station. On the way, I met a girl from Limerick, Ireland, who asked me if i was going to the Sonar Music Festival this weekend. “Aha… so that is why everything is booked now,” I thought. She said that she was looking forward to the all night parties at the beach and whatnot. I said I wasn’t and was just looking for a room for the night. Although, Sonar… that would’ve been nice, had i not had a ticket for Moscow the following day at 8:45am. She did tell me that the ticket offices for sonar were closed at 9:00pm.

7:40pm
Found an internet cafe near the train station. I looked up hotel prices and availability in barcelona for that day… absolutely everything was booked, and anything that wasn’t booked was over 200 euros. There was no place to sleep in barcelona.

7:50pm
Decided, right there next to the train station, that there was no other option other than to go to sonar for the night until the flight to Moscow the next morning.

8:00pm
I rushed to the train station to use the lockers to store my backpack and laptop. The only things I kept were the things I needed to get to Russia. A passport and a wallet. I was planning ahead!

8:20pm
Got out of the subway station at Las Ramblas, and asked random people who looked like they might be going to Sonar where you could buy tickets.

8:45pm
No luck at all in locating the ticket office, so I was resigned to not going to Sonar and finding something else to do for the night. I then spotted Sonar’s smiley face icon next to a building with people queuing with tickets in their hands. I decided to ask them where the ticket office was so I could run there before it closed.

8:55pm
Ran as fast as I could through the Las Ramblas throngs, stopped to get my bearings on a map I had noticed on a bus station along the way. The ticket office had closed at 8:00pm

9:15pm
Slowly walked back down to kill time at the beach or something. I pass the original buildings with the queuers I had found earlier. I decided to ask again, just in case there was something else that could be done. He pointed to another place on the map. I decided to go there simply because I had nothing better to do at the time.

9:30pm
The place ended up being a special bus set up for the night portion of the festival. I noticed on a map that the guy had given me that there was a ticket office at the place where the buses were going to. I decided to take the bus to the the night venue.

10:00pm
The bus took us way out of the city, further than I had ventured in my first wanderings around in barcelona. I saw the graves on the hills during the drive.

10:10pm
Followed arrows to the venue, and then followed more arrows to get to the ticket office. Found out that credit cards weren’t accepted, cash only, so I had to go to the ATM to get some more cash. He said some words in spanish, pointed in a general direction, and that was that. I decided to go in the general direction.

10:20pm
The general direction ended up being quiet a ways out. Along the way, I passed the place where they impound cars. I did think to myself that walking past the place where they impound cars the night before a flight is the result of some seriously misguided planning.

10:40pm
Back at the ticket office, cash in hand, and bought a ticket.

10:50pm
Bought a sonar t-shirt. I put it on underneath my current button down shirt.

11:00pm
Drank some fruit juice with ginger and gurana to prepare for the long night. watched some people play bumper cars, and explored the venue. Got the paper which described the bands playing at the festival, and discovered that the Beastie Boys were playing that night in a special instrumental only show. hazah!

11:06 am
Wondered how I was going to have a shower. I didn’t want to try and sneak through Russian customs smelling like European partiers and marijuana. About the only option i could think of was to hope that there would be a lounge in my stop over city in Germany with a shower. Or possibly a sauna, but this was Barcelona…

11:39pm
While waiting for the Beastie Boys, I bought two green apples and ate them. It’s a trick I learnt in my university days when an all nighter was required. It works!

June 15th Barcelona - Duseldorf - Moscow

12:00am
The Beastie Boys came on stage, and there isn’t really enough room in here for a concert review. They did play an instrumental version of ‘So Whatcha Want’.

12:50am
One of the Beastie Boys (Adam?) was dressed up in a sailor’s outfit. He was appreciative of the boating culture in Barcelona. He also mentioned that there was an after party on their yacht afterwards where they would watch the sun rise in the morning. When he said that, it was the first time I had thought of whether the sun would rise or set at the main beach in Barcelona. He gave me an idea of how to kill the rest of my time before the flight.

1:40am
The Beastie Boys played their last song.

2:30am
A new concert started where 10 people where lined on a table set up on stage with laptops, mixers, maracas, and other assorted noisemaking devices. It started with 10 minutes of a simple percussive beat, and kept going long past the time that I had left.

4:50am
Left the concert, and went to the same place where the bus dropped us off. In between this, I bought a sausage from the saucuisse man across from the venue. I ate about 80% of the sausage and fed the rest to the feral dogs begging for food. A man noticed that I wasn’t eating the bun that the sausage was in, and gave me speechless cues that he wouldn’t mind eating that bread. I gave him the bun, he ate one bite, handed it back to me, and chewed what he bitten off while looking me in the eyes… I have thought no more of this incident.

5:10am
The bus dropped us off at the same place it picked us up at. I couldn’t yet see any sun in the sky, so I went to the docks to look at the yachts for a while. I saw a docked cruise ship along the way.

5:30am
Started walking towards the beach, because of what the sailor Beastie Boy had said earlier.

5:48am
Made it to the beach, and watched the sun rise. There were about 20 people on the beach at this time, all of them on the beach silently facing the beach front and the sun. There were some clouds obscuring the actual sunrise on the horizon, but the sky was turning blue at this point. This is one moment I’ll never forget… I went to this beach the week previous and it was full of topless sunbathers, kids building sandcastles, 40 year old German tourists, and guys performing judo moves against the incoming waves. Now, it was serenity, and the awes in appreciation of the moment were audible across the beach.

6:05am
Looked at the showers on the beach and figured out a way to solve my shower problem previously mentioned. I had a salt water bath in the Mediterranean. I skinny dipped for the second time in my life: I took off all of my clothes, Grabbed the passport and wallet from the pants pocket, walked into the ocean, and dipped my head under the water as I held my passport and wallet above my head. I then walked to the showers on the beach, took all of the salt off, and dried myself off with the sonar shirt I had bought earlier, and put all of my clothes back on.

6:10am
Had a nice conversation in the Spanish-French creole i employ here with some fellow beach goers. He mentioned that the British girl walking along the waterside in her underwear and t-shirt was ‘pue de la vie’ — scared of life, I think.

6:25am
Walked past a cofe bar that was open, and bought some pistachios from them. I asked (in my first and probably last Spanish conversation) where the nearest metro station was. I didn’t finish the conversation in spanish, though, as I used the French ‘la’ which is similar to the English ‘there’. What should be noted here is that there are spanish people up at 6 in the morning.

6:30am
Bought a new ticket for the metro. along the way, some of those mullet headed spanish punks began talking to me in Spanish, and I said “soy habla ingles”. They replied back to me in a mocking voice, “Oh look at me! I only speak eeen-glish!”

6:33am
Went to the bus depot, picked up my backpack and laptop (still there!!), and bought a train ticket to the airport.

8:55am
The flight to Dusseldorf was great, nothing of note happened except at the check in security where a family was having great difficulty with every single security regulation that europeans and americans use — they had an entire bag of shampoo and other gels, they were walking back and forth through the metal detectors, they didn’t know how to use the bins, and et. al. I’m sure they were a nice group of people and I hope they had a great time in Barcelona, but I had little patience for this sort of thing at this point. The other thing I noticed was that germans really liked their children; every child on the flight got a play package of a coloring book and crayons. I fell asleep on the plane for the entire flight, the first time I have ever done this.

10:50am
Arrived in Dusseldorf, and decided that i should take advantage of my four hour layover and see what Germay’s like. I went to the cable car, went to the train station to get to the city, started buying a ticket, and then… I crashed. My body is telling me I can’t do this. I walk to the outside, look at some weeds growing in a bicycle park, and then walk back to the airport. The only german thing I did was buy a pre-packed set of cold meat. I did have a nice yogurt and fruit flavored dessert thing.

Dusseldorf Tarmac Lineup

2:55pm
Started boarding the flight to Moscow. They put us all on a bus at the tarmac next to the check in, and then drove us to the airplace. We all walked to the airplane, Hunter S. Thompson 60s style.

3:02pm
Two Russians sat next to me on the flight, and the first word he said to me was ‘gutten hagen (?)’. I said back to him ‘hello’, and he looked rather upset that he couldn’t practice German with someone.

3:20pm
Start talking to the Russian sitting beside me, and he decided to put away his Russian - German phrase book and practice English. I’ll have to describe the two guys. Alex was the guy sitting next to me, and he was an engineer for a crude oil well company in Russia. The person sitting next to him was his boss, a chief engineer of the same firm. They were going to an exhibition in Germany. The boss was an interesting character; whenever an English word was unknown to Alex, he consulted his boss and he unfailingly proffered the correct word. Despite this, he said not one sentence of English to me — all of his utterances of English were either Pink Floyd lyrics or one word in response to a query from Alex. Alex seemed to me to be an earnest student of languages, and of life in general. His boss mockingly nicknamed him “The Teacher.” The lessons he gave me in Russian were very well done, and he was patient of and cognizant of the pronunciation differences between English and Russian. I believe one aspect of his life was a respect for scholastic pursuits. He was very delighted when i pulled out my notebook containing the crylic characters I had been studying.

3:40pm
The boss starting to get his off duty bag out of the top compartment, and began to rip it open. I tried to tell him through Alex that they would throw the alcohol away if he was to do this. The boss opened the bag and pulled out a chocolate bar and a bottle of whiskey. Alex asked me if I would drink with them, and i said no, as I hadn’t has any sleep for almost 30 hours now, and I didn’t want to be full of whiskey before I entered the nebulous (to me) location of the customs agents in Russia. when I said this to him, he looked like I had just slapped him across the face. I did read before hand that refusing a drink offered from a Russian is in bad taste. so, in the interest of keeping the conversation (and the dual way language lessons) going, I decided to drink with them.

4:00pm
The three of us get water and tea/coffee from the stewardesses, along with sandwiches for the Russians, and a cheeseburger for myself. I didn’t really want airplane food, but I got the cheeseburger to soak up some the ill effects that whiskey would have on my under-sleeped self.

4:20pm
Started drinking the whiskey. In the end, I probably had about four ounces of whiskey.

4:50pm
After the duty free whiskey was done, the boss orders more whiskey from the stewardesses. He eventually cleans the plane of all of the whiskey.

4:55pm
The Russians help me with with the customs form. They also offer their assistance in Russia if I run into any problems.

5:05pm
I notice that Russia has a lot of forests and a lot of undeveloped land even this close to Moscow. The boss begins singing a song about the glories of Russia.

5:20pm
The plane begins landing in the runway in DEM airport after a few circles around the airport are done.

8:36pm (Russian time)
We are out of the airplane, and I see two lines at the customs border. One is for Russians, and the other is for foreigners. I begin to go to the foreigner’s line, but my new friends talk to one of the guards and they let me go through the Russian line.

9:00pm
The Russians insisted I stay in their group, so we went to get out luggage from the luggage belt. They got their luggage, but mine wasn’t there. As I wait, Alex says to me that his boss wants to leave now, and, therefore, “goodbye.” I wish him anglicized approximation of the phrase ’spyzzy bal’ (spicy ball!), one of the words he taught me on the plane.

9:20pm
I have looked at all of the turnstiles for my luggage, and nothing is there. Eventually I try to get help at the lost and found. I wait for the locally designated English speaker to get off the phone, and I then explain what happened. She says I am to first talk to a uniformed person near the luggage belt. I couldn’t find anyone that would help me, so she sent her co-worker with me to look for the luggage.

9:50pm
Forms, customers declarations, things to sign, more forms to hand to different people, red zones, green zones, etc. The principle point of this is that I have no luggage, no clothes to change into, no toothbrush, no socks, and none of the green tea I spent an hour looking for in the chinatown in Paris.

10:00pm
I notice there are showers in the airport, but I decide to ignore that for now in case I lose some valuable time in searching for the hostel in Moscow.

10:20pm
Wandered around looking for a train to get me out of here. DEM is about 40km from Moscow, and I have to find the hostel soon, or I could lose the reservation and the same thing that happened to me in Barcelona would happen in Moscow.

10:45pm
Go to this kiosk, then that one, etc. got tickets to the train which leaves hourly, The next train left at 11:00pm

11:00pm
On time, the train leaves for Moscow. I can’t really see outside, but i do see alot of forest. I am almost falling asleep, but am quite worried enough about getting to my hostel in time to keep the reservation. It will be about 11:30pm when I get to Moscow.

11:34pm
Get out of the train station, and I am ready to use the subway to get to the place in Moscow where my hostel is. I haven’t found any places to buy maps at this point, so I am mappless for the hostel search.

11:45pm
There’s no machines that give tickets! You have to wait in line and there’s one woman running it. I have to wait in line along with everyone else who was on the train from the airport. This takes about 15 minutes.

June 16th, Moscow

12:00am
I am on the metro, going to the correct station. More craziness, as the stations are no where near as user friendly as the one I’ve encountered in Europe. No maps in the carriages, no signs on the stations indicating what station you’re at. All of these things are surprises, so it takes a while to adjust. I make a few mistakes, but eventually make it to Markovskovy station.

12:20am
I am trying to find the correct street for the hostel, which is presenting its own specific problems. I am tired and can’t figure out which signs are in Crylic and which are in Roman script.

12:40am
Started to talk to people to ask for help, but you can’t expect much at this time of night on random Moscow streets. I noticed a woman, not in a policewoman’s uniform, on a horse walking down the streets of downtown Moscow. Again, I thought no more of this incident.

1:00am
Decided i should try and call the hostel to get some directions to the place and to confirm that I have still have a reservation. But, the only money i have is in 1000 ruble bills that i received from the bankomat (ATM) and therefore, I have no coins to put in the telephones. I buy some water from a street vendor, and ask for change. He wouldn’t give it to me. I then went to a bar, and asked for some change. Nothing. I am positive they understood what I wanted, as I made the international sign language motion for phone and showed him some euro change to indicate what I wanted. No one helped me. At this point, I threw my notebook on the floor of the bar in front of everyone, as I thought this was it — I was going to have to spent a second night trying to sleep in a strange city. A city stranger than Barcelona, a city where women ride horses at midnight. I hadn’t as much said a negative word to anyone at this point, not even when my luggage was lost, but this was the nadir of the emotional impact of the last few hours.

1:40am
A taxi driver noticed my outburst of anger, and asked me ‘where’. I showed him the directions to the hostel I had written down, and he said he could take me there… for 500 rubles. Now, I did eventually find the hostel, and he was really ripping me off. The hostel was about a 4 minute walk from the place he was picking me up at. I should have gave up at this point, as 500 rubles is only about 23 dollars, but i didn’t like the fact that random people were offering me to drive me places in Moscow.

2:30am
I found the one street mentioned in the directions to the place… then I found more and more pieces of the puzzle. Some explanation is needed. In Moscow, some roads have more than one road to them. If they had this system in Canada, it would be 1 willow drive, 2 willow drive, 3 willow drive, and so on to indicate three separate roads. This was confusing at first, but someone clarified how this system works when I was asking for help. The second confusing thing was that i was very glad i had tried to study the Crylic alphabet earlier, as it came in handy once I had figured out which parts of the signs were in Roman and which were in Crylic.

2:34am
In front of the hostel… which isn’t really a hostel at all, but a simple unmarked apartment building with no indication that it is a hostel. The directions say to type in a number like 142 281 on the pin pad in front of the door. I am at the right the street, I am at an “old green building”, there is a pin pad next to the door, and the number of the apartment building is correct. But I see that the numbers for the code go up to at least 8, and i only see 4 buttons on the door with the numbers painted over and very hard to see in the night. Maybe I am wrong about the location? I then thought about this for a while… there’s only 4 numbers, but the code has numbers up to 8. What if… the numbers were binary numbers? The entry code only had numbers of powers of 2. (In binary, the first number is 1, the second is 2, the third is 4, and the last is 8.) what the hell…? I type in the number, the light goes red and a buzzer sounds, but i don’t hear any of the typical automatic door opening noises I hear in apartments in North America. I try again, pulling on the door the entire time I entered the code, and the door opens. Now… I am in a simple apartment building stairwell. At least the doors are numbered. I find door number 8, and it is just that, a door with the number 8 on it. It is closed.

2:55am
When you’re solving problems in times of distress, the one thing you have to tell yourself over and over again is to not assume anything. So I think to myself that is it necessarily true that every single apartment in Moscow would have its door locked in the middle of night? Obviously not, so I try to open the door. It is unlocked.

3:00am
An apartment: a kitchen, some bathrooms, some shoes on the floor, and that is it. At this point of 40ish hours of no decent sleep, I decided that the worst thing that could happen to me would be to thrown in jail… with a nice bed to sleep in. that was how my thoughts were forming at this point.

3:05am
I explore the apartment a bit, and it is indeed a hostel, as I found some cards for another hostel in Irkstuk, Russia. Good. But there is no one around and the only thing I see is… a room with four bunk beds and no one sleeping in them. I put the notebook containing the directions to the hostel and my Canadian medical card to prove that I was the person who had a reservation at the hostel, grabbed a blanket that was in the room, and went to sleep.

4:40am
The hostel owner came in and we sorted everything out.

June 17th - Moscow

The next day was spent buying clothes at a Russian market, finding a place to buy toothpaste, and so on. I got my luggage two days later, fresh from Munich. I wrenched the sand and dirt out of the Sonar shirt, and it’s now outside on the window sill drying in the sun.

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  • May 2008

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  • April 2008

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  • March 2008
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