Nashville Skyline
When we got back out, rain was coming down in thick lashing ropes. A constant spray rose from the sides of the car as if we were a modern Moses parting the waters of the urban sea. Visibility was down to a few meters, and even though the wipers were working overtime, they only allowed for occasional moments of clarity. We tried to put on the radio to relieve some of the stress of driving, but unfortunately the traffic report was on. The host was in the middle of reading out a long list of weather-related accidents and injuries from all over Nashville. Word by word his machine gun voice slowed down our car until it came to a complete standstill. The road seemed liquid with rain. For a moment it felt as if we were going to be swept away. That is when we opted for the relative safety of the parking lot.
We spent
last night with the anarchist couchsurfer host Nate
and his girlfriend. They are part of the group that
runs the city's "food not bombs" programme. They pick
up the food from dumpsters around town, and cook it
for the homeless people. Unfortunately they have just
been evicted from the house where they had their
kitchen, so it is a bit uncertain what is going to
happen now. But considering their high level of
involvement, we are sure that they will come up with
something. Their next project is a big public event
putting focus on squatters in empty houses around
town. We cross our fingers, and wish them the best of
luck. As to ourselves, we are off to hook up with a
Chinese-American guy that is hosting us for the
weekend.
By
the way, the rain just stopped, and the sun is back
out. Thanks to whatever nearby hotel is delivering
the free wi-fi to our car. Stay tuned, and we will do
the same.