Drove all morning from Cardac, Serbia to Budapest (where I’m sitting now. At a McDonalds. I can feel your judging glare, but it does not phase me. French fries in my face….now.) After I finish this delicious, nutritous meal, we’re getting back in the Skoda and driving to Lucunec, Slovakia for a night, then to Bratislava, then Prague. McDonalds’ network won’t let me access my server, so I can’t put up photographs at the moment. When I get to Bratislava I’ll put up so many that you’re stomach will hurt, and then you’ll crave McDonalds.

We got pulled over by the Serbian Police this morning. They asked for 35 euros. Then 50 euros. Then got bored with us and let us go. Lauree is very good at getting out of tickets.

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I’ve been staying with Stevo and Sarah here in Croatia. While eating a meal, Sarah was asking me about my life, and I brought up how I’m dating this girl and blah blah blah….

“Wait, what’s her last name?”
“Rollins.”
“Mackenzie Rollins?”
“Yes.”

Sarah then pulled out a few photographs that she bought from Kenz in Bosnia last year.
Of course.

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Rijeka, Croatia

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Stayed in Arad, Romania for a few days, then went to a town called Desna for a camp. This was my cabin/bed for a few nights:

This is Lauree doing some interviews in Arad:

Romania is a large country with few highways. Took us a while to get from place to place. The interviews Lauree is getting are great. She’s really good at approaching people and making them feel comfortable.

This graffiti of former dictator Nicolae Ceaucescu is pasted around the city:

In Croatia now. Tomorrow we got to Serbia. I should have some time tonight to write about our time in Rijeka.

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Kenz, in Mexico

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Rijeka, Croatia

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Here is a conversation I had with Kenz yesterday about her photojournalism workshop, where she’s spending a good bit of time with Michael Richards, who is also attending to learn from Mary Ellen Mark.

No matter how much Kenz and I talk about Michael Richards, we somehow can’t get away from referring to him as Kramer. She’s had nothing but good things to say about him, which makes my heart happy.

Giddyup.

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I’m sitting in McDonalds in Rijeka, Croatia.

Lauree and I drove from Budapest to Arad, Romania, then a few hours more into Romania to a town called Desna. We spent two nights at a camp there, then drove out of Romania, into Serbia via Belgrade, and then out of Serbia to Rijeka, Croatia, where I sit now. Rijeka has free internet throughout the entire downtown area. Time to catch up with the times, Seattle.

Lots of driving. Lots of Red Bull. Lots of borders and customs agents who look at us skeptically with our American passports while driving a rented Skoda Fabia with Czech license plates. We blend in like tourits should, especially with my cameras everywhere. All I need are white sneakers, calf-high white tube socks, and a fanny pack.

Fanny pack.

I’ve got a lot of photos to wade through from Romania, and I should have a few hours in the next night or two to put edit and put some up on the world wide internet.

We’re here 3 more nights, then we go back to Kovin, Serbia, then to Bratislava, Slovakia for a few days. Then Czech, Poland, Lithuania, Latvia, Estonia, Belarus, back to Poland, then ending in Czech. I think.

Have a happy day, internet. I’m going to continue to sit here, drink my Coca-Cola Classic, and listen to the German high school boys sitting next to me talk about girls. Or something. I don’t know German.

Auf wiedersehen!

(Hi Kenz!)

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Arad, Romania

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Arad, Romania
Fabia, a boy I met in front of the city hall

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