Delaware, Donuts & Donkey Kong

There isn't gonna be any blogging about Donkey Kong. I just liked to have it in the title. After a trainride to Wilmington, with a guy complaining to us about making a phonecall in the silent car, we were picked up by Firery and Del. It's great to see old friends again, and great to sit on their porch again with all the cats and birds and chickens around.

Firery and Del took us to a real donut bakery shop. We always wondered how they made these weird buns with a hole in it. Miranda said they just baked them in a donut shape thingy, myself I always thought they were made by sticking unbaked buns on a broomstick. Turns out there is a machine that makes them for you. People put mixed eggs, milk and flour in on one side, and on the other side the ready made donuts come out. All there is to be done is to decorate them with all kinds of colors.

Another great innovation invented by the Americans is the umbrella bags we saw at the entrance of a bar. Together with Firery and Del's collegues we had a drink and mexican nacho food with great green stuff. One of their collegues, a very nice man called Dave, was a big Trump supporter. Well, we think so, because he couldn't stop talking about Trump. And even though he said he was sorry a lot we enjoyed his stories. There was a guy called Bob too. He told us about 39 test drives he made before choosing the car he eventually bought. If you make 39 test drives in Holland you'd have seen the whole country. Anyway, as we walked out of the bar we found these umbrella bags at the door. Imagine, it rains and you walk to a bar under an umbrella. As you enter the bar your umbrella will be wet, leaving water on the floor. This problem is history now, for now we have the umbrella bag! You put your wet umbrella in a bag, and when you walk out again no one can see your dry umbrella. It will still be wet, as if you never entered a bar at all!

Next Stop: Back to the Third Stop

Yeah, we did. And back at Terminal B we found a twenty dollar banknote. And back we went to the trainstation by airtrain, as if we did it every day.

Next Stop: The Trainstation

When we arrived at the train station we were a little puzzled. The only way to buy tickets was on a machine. And there were different machines, from different train companies. After struggling with two machines and asking a friendly big eyed guy to help us, we got our tickets. We would have to wait for more than an hour, and since there was nothing to do at the train station, we boarded the air train again that took us back to Terminal B.

Third Stop: Newark Airport

After eight hours of flying while a couple tried to calm their 47 babies right behind us we finally made it to Newark Airport. We were in America!

It took a while to get in though. They wanted us to stand in a long line of people who all were being interviewed it seemed. When it was finally our turn we found out it wasn't really an interview. All the guy said was: "Left hand, four fingers... Thumb... Right hand, four fingers... Thumb..." We had all our fingers so we were allowed in. 

Next was finding out how to get the train to Wilmington. Everything seems so complex in a different country, even when you speak the language. We walked up and down Terminal B until we found an ATM that worked. After that we got us something to eat. I ordered a small cola and I got a huge one. Yes, this is the place again. Everything is big here. I'll write more about that later.

We found an airtrain. Well, that's what they called it. It was on a monorail, not really floating in the air. It took us to our next stop.

Second Stop: A Parking Nightmare

Well, wr ee got all suitcases packed and we were ready to go. After we drove to the airport and to the long time parking we found ourselves at a huge parking lot full of cars. There is a strange atmosphere at a long term parking place compared to a regular parking. In a way you feel like it is the end of the world and everybody is gone. Miranda and I looked to all directions where to go to take the bus to the airport. There were no signs. Miranda said: "Let's walk towards that big building over there, that must be it!" But, I saw busses on the other side and convinced her to follow my lead. When we got in the bus it turned out to be the personel bus. Together with pilots and ground personel the driver brought us to the airport. Meanwhile he said: "You were supposed to take the bus at that big building over there!" Again, it turned out that Miranda was right.

First Stop: A Packing Nightmare

Well, I've arrived at Miranda's. I found a row of shoes from the parking lot all the way through her garden and up the stairs to her bedroom. "I am only taking these," she said, pointing at the three mile row of footwear. Then I lost sight of her, she dissapeared behind a huge mountain of clothes.

Almost on our way!

Well, we are almost on our way folks! Just some minor details to be taken care of and then we are on our way! United Airlines demands Miranda's suitcase to be smaller. Since we fear being kicked off the airplane we better comply. Also, having a suitcase that is smaller than the car could help in travelling to the airport. I have no clue what she wants to bring, but tonight we are unpacking her giant suitcase and put her stuff in a regular sized one. The whole neighbourhood volunteered to help out. Thanks guys!

We will keep you posted!