Who is the Mole?
Dreams come true….
A few months ago, I received an email. If I would find it cool as a diehard fan of the show to go on a WIDM press trip to Oregon, Portland. What do you do then? Run to the kitchen to find a damn plastic bag to blow up. And then, very quickly: ‘YES. I. WANT.’ send it back.
Yes, I know you normally have to respond very professionally to these kinds of things, but that wasn't possible in this case. And my beloved America and combining WIDM in a trip causes instant short-circuiting in my head. Oh my god, I'm going to Portland, you know, the City of Roses, suddenly on everyone's radar for the past six months. The city in Oregon that has become super trendy and hipster. One cool spot after another pops up like mushrooms. A serious competitor for our beloved New York. There, I said it.
What's on the agenda? Almost all the places where the contestants have been this season. The beautiful Painted Hills (those bizarrely colored mountains), Fort Rock, the Pendleton Round-Up, and we even sleep in the same hotel as the participants. Do you know how COOL I think that is? And do you know how LONG it takes when you have to wait for months? But it's finally here, I've packed my howdyhow-shizzle in the suitcase, flown for ten hours, and as you read this, I've just checked into the hotel. We're staying here for a week, and with the jam-packed schedule, I've decided to take complete time off. Just to catch my breath in the American nature, close the laptop, enjoy life, and decorate cowboys with straw hats and stuff. You know how it is.
So, I’m out of office until the 18th (read here how that went totally wrong for May by the way). And of course, of course, for the weekly Ex Rob ramblings, I’ll make an exception, so we’ll talk again on Friday. Nice. And, keep an eye on Amayzines Stories and my Instagram if you feel like a dose of Portland.
Solang madafakaaaaz! (Yes, that’s what that Chinese guy said in The Hangover, always wanted to do that.)
Drop the mic.
I’m out.
Now really.
Lebbers.
Kiek.



