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Can you get takoyaki somewhere in zwolle?

Visiting pb this weekend with a few of my buddies (we're from the east coast) and curious about good sit down food recs ($$ italian or sea food) as well as bars (good day spots, cheap beer, good cocktails).
Thanks!

Hey y'all, I'm from Texas, born and raised. I'm Mexican-American. I can speak both English and some Spanish. I want to learn Korean and Japanese. I love envelope art, snail mail, and decorating handwritten letters. I'm a stationery addict and have too many stickers, papers, etc, that I want to use on a penpal's letter.
I tend to be outside a lot; walking or biking. It's hot here in Texas most of the year, so I have to be near a body of water in the summer time, like a lake or a pool for wading or swimming. I love food and animals and plants and tend to explore new music. I would appreciate music recs/playlists in our correspondences, regardless of language or genre.
That being said, I'm a bit of a nerd and interested in East Asian cultures. I love Korean Hiphop and Krnb. I enjoy K-pop as well (since I'm a multi to the core and stan most groups. I follow a lot: BTS, SVT, SHINee, ATEEZ, KARD, & more). I'm also into K-dramas and anime, and Thai BLs and manga/manwha, webtoons, etc. Starting to get slowly into C-dramas as well. I'm a reader and have started a ton of books and hoping to slowly finish them. I like fantasy romance and adventure. I will also pick up a good self help book or autobiography here and there.
I don't limit myself to just Asia, I love to learn about new cultures in general and don't mind a penpal from the states or from another part of the world. I would prefer someone who is close to my age.
Please DM me if interested~!

Hello, currently slowing traveling through Eastern Europe but found a cheap flight to Malaga so gonna keep traveling.
I’m 20M and generally looking to explore lots of the two countries while having time to relax after the current long solo venture I’ve been on (started in Latvia and finishing in Croatia, around 9 countries in 33 days) I like to keep moving on pretty quick but I’ll probably spend a good portion of my time in Lisbon. I would love to see Madrid and Barcelona as I like to experience the local culture of each, but prices and time are a bit out of my budget for this last minute planning that is unusual for me.
Thinking about Malaga>Granada>Cordoba>Seville> Somewhere in the south of Portugal (Lagos, etc, not too sure where to go, suggestions would be greatly appreciated!) >Lisbon>Sintra>Coimbra>Porto and fly out
If anyone could steer me in the right direction or anything I’m overlooking for anyone who has done something similar that would be great.
For info: I generally want to chill at beaches some, chill in cities some, drink good wine and eat good food (meats and cheeses) for cheap if possible. And not spend more than 2/3 days anywhere besides Lisbon. I usually don’t spend this much time in a country or two at once, so it’s a bit overwhelming ha. Thanks in advance!

Lots of notes from my first trip to Italy in late May. Maybe this will help other first-timers. We did Rome - Pompeii - Sorrento - Positano - Florence over 10 days.
Cities:
Rome: Get out early in the day. On our best day, we strolled to Trevi fountain before most of the shops had opened. We got to see them clean out the money from the fountain and that was oddly satisfying. By around 10 am...all hell breaks loose. It goes from kind of quiet to 'Where did they all come from?'. If there is a restaurant that you have heard of from Instagram...good luck getting in. Call or visit to put your name down. But here's the deal...we found lots of food options and I swear I never had a bad meal. Some were better than others but...good grief, it's all so damn good.
Vatican: I want to start an online petition to change the name to Catholic Disneyland. We booked a 3-hour tour and from the moment we arrived to the moment we left we were shoulder-to-shoulder with people. It was ridiculous and it made the day very very long. There is so much to take in and you are constantly being jostled by people…I can say I did it and I’d never go back.
Colosseum: We booked an underground tour as well as the main tour and that was amazing. You see where the gladiators came in and how they used to flood the floor of the Coliseum and do naval battles! The tour underground was small and you really got a chance to see how it all worked. Romans were impressive engineers and this spot showcases that.
The Forum: Our Colosseum tour included the Forum and…I liked it better. The view from the top of the Palatine Hill was worth the steps. Our guide really helped to bring this area alive for us.
Pompeii: Book a tour. There is so much and you’d miss half of it if someone wasn’t walking you through. We took an archaeologist tour and it was amazing. 2 hours and it felt like it was over in 20 minutes. You can take a regional train line directly to Pompeii and walk to the entrance. There is free (!!) luggage storage at the gate and the restaurant across the street was pretty good...but 'pretty good' in Italy is still 200x better than 'good' in the US.
Positano: Beautiful to look at…not much to do. Lots of shops…but they’re the same shops you’ll see all over this area. The restaurants were…ok. We went to a beach club, got 2 seats ($70), and paid too much for drinks. It was heaven.
Florence: Recommend walking to the top of Michelangelo Hill for the view. I think I should have been more impressed but by the time we got here it was 'ok...another church...cool....'
Weather: It rained every day we were there. Most of the time it rained in the afternoon. Also, most days the weather forecast never said rain was an option. Not a big deal, but bring a jacket.
AirBnB: Both our AirBnBs were great and hosted by fantastic people. Both were located near Piazzas and the listings did say 'some noise at night'. Ummm....yeah...that 'some noise' lasted until 2 am at both places. Bring. Ear. Plugs. Italians like to have a good time...for a long time.
Stuff:
Crime/Scams: This freaked me out a bit before we left. We bought cross-body bags and kept everything zipped up. Maybe it was too much but we made it through without incident. In Rome if anyone offers you a bracelet or says 'nice shoes' or 'Hey American!', put on your best impression of a new yorker and blow right past them. One guy through a bracelet to my son who instinctively caught it...and threw it back.
On the train from Naples to Pompeii it was standing room only...and about 90 muggy degrees. A guy in a down jacket was eyeing the young woman in front of me and paying very close attention to her bag. Her friends noticed and maneuvered him away from her but it was a reminder that you need to keep your eyes open...especially in crowded situations.
Verizon: We used their TravelPass for $10 a day; unlimited text and data. Having Google Maps and Google Translate whenever we needed it was worth it! Check your Verizon account…we found that we had ‘credits’ for 5 days that we could use!
Viator: We booked all our tours through this app and I could not be more pleased. Maybe we were lucky but all of the 5 tours we booked were fantastic. Would highly recommend it.
Ferryhopper: I would be careful here. We showed up for our trip from Sorrento to Positano. The boat hand looked at our ticket and said ‘I don’t know this ticket, I cannot take it’. There were a few exchanges and they let us on. I asked about it when we left and they said ‘It is best to book with us and not this application. We’ve had trouble’. Thankfully we did not book a return trip and could buy tickets at Positano. Take it for what it is…a warning. You don’t want to be stuck trying to find a ride to or from your destination.
ItaliaRail: Fantastic. Clean trains that were always on time for us. Booked directly through their site and it was effortless. Check the price of business class vs. coach. For us, it was well worth the extra $18 per seat.
Uber: Total bust. You are limited to Uber Black and even then…they may not come and pick you up.
FreeNow in Rome: We used this to book taxis in Rome to pick us up and take us to the train station. Scheduled in advance and the driver showed up without a hitch.
AppTaxi, itTaxi & FreeNow in Florence: So frustrating. I think it might have to do with where we were and the time of day but it was frustrating. Wasn’t feeling my best and a taxi ride would have been helpful. I waited over an hour trying to get someone to pick us up…nothing.
And finally...I’d like to kiss the person on this sub who mentioned Mobile Passport Control. This is an app you use when you return home from Europe. You answer the standard questions, take your photo and the app creates a QR code to use during customs checkout. When we got back to JFK there was a line specifically for MPC users. Our line: 5 people….those who did not use it: 125 people and growing fast. This saved us at least an hour at the end of a 10-hour flight. DOWNLOAD IT NOW!
Ok, that's rambling but I wanted to get it out there. I really appreciate this sub. Reading about other experiences helped me make our 10 days special.

I spend a lot of time in Fort Lee and a few months ago I kept seeing this little “fast casual organic eatery” place near Cafe Bene where I’d usually go for coffee. The outside of the eatery was really unassuming so I had passed it up until one day I was hankering to try something new and I remembered the place.
Boy, was I glad I went there! I had a burger with potato wedges and IDK what it is about how they cook it but it tasted so fresh almost like I was biting into steak instead of burger. There was a nice slight charred flavor, with guacamole and jalapeños and a few other toppings that did not “scream” in my face with crazy overpowering flavor but rather was quite light and pleasant on the palate. As weird as it is to use a term like “refreshing” to describe savory food, that’s the best way I can describe it. The burger was so fresh that I felt really good and light after eating it (as opposed to some places where I eat and feel bloated/sweaty).
Not sure if it’s their ingredients or what but Fudgarten has sandwiches and bowls and shakes and a whole host of other things I have yet to try. I usually hit them up like twice a month and it’s been very consistent. It describes itself as “fast casual” and I’d say it’s close to that — it’s a bit slower than say a Chipotle but it’s definitely not long like ordering at a sit-down restaurant. For the quality of the food, I found it to be really worth it.
It should go without saying, this post is not sponsored or anything. In this world where it seems like every big successful restaurant is somehow associated with some kind of corporate chain, I like bringing attention to small unassuming places like this that are true and honest to what they purport on their cover and don’t really try to be more than they are. I have no idea if this place has been known/talked about for a while and I’m just only now discovering it, or if people just don’t know about Fudgarten, but if you live in Bergen County I’d recommend the trip over to Fort Lee to try it. Plus, they have their own parking (thank God!).

Is LISK a bisexual sadist serial killer; grooming, attacking and murdering both men and women and why do few people really want to consider this?
A reasonable case for this can be made with just allowing one’s perspective to see all of the overarching evidence and challenge law enforcement’s one dimensional, myopic and hastily put together narrative.
As stated many times before, SCPD believes “Asian Male” to be an outlier, a surprise to LISK, who being all heterosexual, beat this person to death in a fit of rage. On the surface, this is a plausible assessment; that is, if there weren't any other males found in proximity (location and time), to female victims, or found in some sort of female clothing. How does that align when SCPD also has a keen eye on Andre Jamal “Sugar Bear'' Issac, going so far as to incorporate a link to the Gilgo News website, and “owning” the case, despite their torso being found in Arverne, in a female bodysuit and skirt?
The link, or links?

Sugar Bear was a Drag Artist, well known in those circles from NY to NJ and even in the DC area.
Sugar Bear was also arrested twice on prostitution charges.
Sugar Bear was shot in the left temple and dismembered and disposed of in multiple locations.
There is a lot to unpack regarding Sugar Bear. They were last seen shortly before Thanksgiving leaving their home and getting into a red BMW type sports car with “nice rims''. They were observed leaving without their coat or pocketbook. However, Sugar Bear’s torso was found clad in a black bodysuit and skirt. I would imagine that the person who last saw Sugar Bear leaving their home would have made note if they left in that skirt and bodysuit. Last Seen 11/17/2002 and torso not found until 12/2002, did LISK hold on to Sugar Bear as Dormer alluded to with the GB4?

As my research progressed, using my map, it became rather obvious to me that there was something more going on than the narrative suggests. The list of male victims I’ve compiled are not conclusive and there could very well be any number of reasons and tons of other POI’s, but if “Asian Male” and Sugar Bear and the Manorville Males are in LISK’s orbit, then so too are the men I will introduce below.
SCPD, subsequently and consistently has denied any link between the three murdered males found in Manorville, 2000, 2003 and 2012, despite being in relative proximity to Jessica Taylor and Valerie Mack (who were also found along Ocean Parkway in the Gilgo Beach area).
But, is this accurate?
Not by a long shot…..here is why…
What if LISK selected both women and men, to moderately groom and ultimately murder?
Before I get to that, I wanted to thoroughly look at Sexual Serial Killers in general. Many SK’s are compulsion killers- driven towards certain criteria and/or opportunities, but predominantly, sexually driven:

Sam Little: preyed on sex workers and women with substance use disorders.
Richard Cottingham: both spontaneous and opportunistic, killed women and teens.
Dennis Rader: stalked and killed females, a family with one adult and one minor male.
Gary Ridgeway: strangled and killed female sex workers

There are precedents of bisexual serial killers:

Israel Keyes is particularly interesting and the true scope of his murders will never be known, but Keyes was definitively bisexual and targeted couples and sex workers. Keyes also was driven by a sexual lust that did not discriminate between the sexes. He often purchased lube and stored it in his kill caches.
Sean Paul Hanify is a self professed bisexual serial killer who’s spree spanned from 1989-2002.
Herbert Baumeister, married father of 3 children, is linked to 11-24 murders.

Serial killers have many overlapping traits, which seem like MO’s to the average person, but this is actually not the case. Each known serial killer is wholly unique and while there are some similarities, it is foolish to try to relegate any one of them into a box of characteristics and call it expertise, or “definitive”.
LISK clearly has a female “preference”. Petite, 5’-5’5”, 100 -110 lbs., hazel/green eyes. The “attributed” LISK Victims all share these characteristics. (Side note: less than 5% of the world’s population has hazel eyes, in the US, it’s closer to 18%). The narrative here is that it was easier to “control” smaller, lighter women, but not necessarily the case. Eye color preference is a derivative of paraphilia and may represent for LISK, a catalyst, rooted in his childhood or early developmental experiences or fantasies.
With the males we see a different trend, notably because males tend to be larger overall. But the methods of their deaths have some consistency.
For now, I will focus on just the time frame of 1990-2016. I will add background where relevant. To be fair, some of the criteria I used is lacking depth and is tenuous, however, for example, at that time, it was well known that a male wearing one earring is representing themselves as gay in many circles, whereas nowadays, it is not.

UP#8053 12/23/1993 Queens, 30-40 y/o, no pants but red and white boxers
UP#2925 05/20/1998 Brentwood, 15-17, stud earring, crude ligature, no pants, but white and blue boxers. PMI late 1997
UP#6310 08/22/1998 Brooklyn, 20-40, wearing a wig
UP#6091 PMI 1998-1999 Brooklyn, 30-45, partial remains, no pants, only camo shorts
UP#6123 05/-6/1999 Bronx, 40-60, black lace bodysuit
UP#2731 12/24/1991 Montauk Male, 35-51, found only in bikini underpants.
UP#5122 1999-2005 Queens, 35-45, partial remains, leopard print bikini briefs
UP#2734 03/09/2000 Wolf Hill, 30-40, poor dentition, found oil navy blue bathing suit
UP#5786 10/01/2002 Bronx, 20-60, wearing t-shirt with "I Hate New York and I Heart Sailors”
UP#2725 11/23/2000 Manorville, 30-45, white/blue striped boxers, strangulation
UP#1487 02/15/2001 East Orange, 20-24, black chaps, leopard bikini bottoms
UP#5811 PMI 2000 (or longer), Queens, tan plaid boxers, one stud earring
Sugar Bear
UP#5801 12/22/2002 Queens, 18-30, Light colored underpants, light colored fishnet tank top, one stud earring
Manorville Male 11/10/2003, 30-55 (subsequently identified but not publicly).
UP#5651 03/01/2004 Queens, 40-50, dismembered, red mesh tank top
UP#77862 PMI 2004-2006, Staten Island, 15-22, “All Star Cheerleader” t-shirt
UP#9355 “Asian Male” Gilgo Beach, PMI 2005-2006, BFT, “wearing women's clothing”
UP#11010 02/17/2012, Manorville Male, 30-50, spinal deformity
UP#16280 12/30/2016 East Farmingdale, 25-40, along highway, possible women's shorts

Also notable:

Edmond Tillman 14 y/o last seen 8/10/2005 in NYC
Tirell “Mia” Santiago 16 y/o, last seen 8/20/2005 in Brooklyn
Also important to note that with regards to missing men, it is often not known if any may have had bisexual inclinations.
Tanya Rush 6/23/2008

Here is a more detailed list that incorporates both attributed and possible victims:

UP#8053 12/23/1993 Queens, 30-40 y/o, no pants but red and white boxers
Fire Island Jane Doe-1996
Peaches- 1997
UP#2925 05/20/1998 Brentwood, 15-17, stud earring, crude ligature, no pants, but white and blue boxers. PMI late 1997
UP#6310 08/22/1998 Brooklyn, 20-40, wearing a wig
UP#6091 PMI 1998-1999 Brooklyn, 30-45, partial remains, no pants, only camo shorts
UP#6123 05/-6/1999 Bronx, 40-60, black lace bodysuit
UP#2731 12/24/1991 Montauk Male, 35-51, found only in bikini underpants.
UP#5122 1999-2005 Queens, 35-45, partial remains, leopard print bikini briefs
UP#2734 03/09/2000 Wolf Hill, 30-40, poor dentition, found oil navy blue bathing suit
Valerie Mack Last Seen spring/summer 2002
UP#2725 11/23/2000 Manorville, 30-45, white/blue striped boxers, strangulation
UP#1487 02/15/2001 East Orange, 20-24, black chaps, leopard bikini bottoms
UP#5811 PMI 2000 (or longer), Queens, tan plaid boxers, one stud earring
UP#5786 10/01/2002 Bronx, 20-60, wearing t-shirt with "I Hate New York and I heart Sailors”
Sugar Bear 11/2002
UP#5801 12/22/2002 Queens, 18-30, Light colored underpants, light colored fishnet tank top, one stud earring
Jessica Taylor- 07/2003
Manorville Male 11/10/2003, 30-55 (subsequently identified but not publicly).
UP#5651 03/01/2004 Queens, 40-50, dismembered, red mesh tank top
UP#77862 PMI 2004-2006, Staten Island, 15-22, “All Star Cheerleader” t-shirt
Edmond Tillman- 8/10/2005
Mia Santiago- 8/20/2005
UP#9355 “Asian Male” Gilgo Beach, PMI 2005-2006, BFT, “wearing woman’s clothing”
Maureen Brainard-Barnes- 7/9/2007
Tanya Rush- 6/23/2008
Melissa Barthelemy- 7/12/2009
Shannan Gilbert 5/1/2010
Megan Waterman- 6/6/2010
Amber Lynn Costello 9/2/2010
UP#11010 02/17/2012, Manorville Male, 30-50, spinal deformity
UP#16280 12/30/2016 East Farmingdale, 25-40, along highway, possible woman’s shorts

Connectivity Avenues:
It appears that victims who worked the streets were dismembered, compared to escorts who advertised online, (assuming the same for FIJD, Peaches).

Fire Island Jane Doe- 1996
Peaches- 1997
UP#6091- 1998-1999
Valerie Mack- 2000
Sugar Bear- 2002
Jessica Taylor- 2003
UP#5651- 2004
Tanya Rush- 2008

Sources and Links:
SEXUAL SERIAL MURDER AND DEVELOPMENTAL THEORY
RETURN OF FLEET WEEK
EYE COLOR PREFERENCE AND PARAPHILIA
HAZEL EYES
MALIGNANT SEX AND AGGRESSION: AN OVERVIEW OF SERIAL SEXUAL HOMICIDE
ISRAEL KEYES
REDDIT CROSSPOST
REVISITING 10 UNSOLVED LGBTQA+ MURDERS IN DC
MAP

You succumb to heat exhaustion and lose your way in the desert.
Your family gets heatstroke and is too weak to continue.
Caleb gets some men to go with him to search for water, but they never return. The train goes in search of water, but soon, all of the animals die, and you end up stranded in the desert.
An arrow frightens Pa's horse while he's getting off it. It runs and drags him several feet. By the time it stops, Pa's leg is so badly injured that he is forced to give up his dream of reaching Oregon.
You will die of pneumonia.
You will die of scurvy.
Hannah and Samuel get scurvy. Fort Bridger is several days away, and you don't know if you'll make it there in time.
You die of dysentery after eating beans that have been cooked in oily water.
A rattlesnake delivers a fatal bite to you.
A horse breaks Pa's legs, forcing you to return to Fort Bridger.
While waiting for your oxen to heal from a bad accident, you get dysentery and die.
A hot spring burns you badly.
Bandits rob you of your belongings.
You abandon your wagon, but after four days, your water runs out, leaving your family without a means of survival.
A forest fire burns you and your family.
You and your family stay in a cave after a forest fire, but with no supplies, you have no idea how to go on.
A flash flood destroys all your food supplies.
You drink some tonic for a cough, but drink too much and end up poisoning yourself.
While trying to get a wheel that is floating downstream in the river, you slam into some rocks and are either killed by the impact or thrown into the river and drowned.
The train ends up stranded on an island.

I lived a very boring life. I used to do tae kwan do but i quit that since my dad was never home and my mom didnt drive and it was too much of a hassle to run there 3 days a week in the rain etc. All i had at the time was a playsation 1, a computer that was only good to run those mini pinball games etc and our summer vacation time out. My dad would make time for us each summer to take us out. My parents, my sister and I used to go to this city nearby that has a beach. It was always the same drive, the same hotel, the same food and the same trauma. It was the only time i'd look forward to every year. We'd go swim, we'd have a bite to eat, he'd drink so he'd actually be approachable for once and happy and for that one second it would all be okay but going there and going back was usually hell. My mom was always late. We'd be in the car waiting and my dad has anger issues and low patience. He'd start yelling at us to yell at her to come out. I remember once he canceled because she took too long, another time he just drove off with only 3 of us until i yelled midway. The drive was 30 minutes. Usually they'd fight for 20 or 25 minutes until we got to the city and had to play okay. At first I didn't mind. I got to go out. But then slowly year after year it stacked up and started to drain on me. It wasn't a shock to see them fight anymore. I was somehow desensitized. Part of me never wanted to go out again. Part of me loved it when my dad was never home. Its the only time i could feel okay.

I’m flip flopping.
Fam of 4. My kids will be 6 and 4. Plan to stay at one of these spots for a week.
We don’t surf. Though I like the idea of trying! I’ve done it once before. Can’t say my kids will give it much of a try. If anything the little one might be more interested. He’s not a strong swimmer yet so I don’t know if I should even try with him.
Aside from that what’s best for a young family?
Things that are important: - variety of restaurants within walking distance - beach good for playing in sand/ waves. Probably won’t full on swim. Shade would be nice - accommodation within walking distance to beach and restaurants that also have a pool. - we would all love to see turtles in Ostional if timing works out. Not sure this is possible if staying in samara as I’ve read not to drive there when it’s dark, yet you have to be there at dusk/dawn to see them.
This is a one off trip for us. We are prepared to spend money for convenience, good food and comfort within reason.
Open to suggestions on where specifically to stay. I’m looking on Airbnb so far.

Hey,
This could be our summer, frolicking under the sun on the beach and wandering museums with our hands held. But before a summer full of laughter and giggles, let's rendezvous over some delicious ice cream, discuss our needs and wants, and of course share some flirty conversation.
I'm a well-educated, extremely athlete Asian man, seeking a fun-loving, adventurous girl. Physically - 34, 5'8, 150, and a head full of hair that you could play with. That adrenaline rush that we'd chase throughout this summer, I'd offer the same inside the bedroom. It'd get kinky, rough, and dark. But rest assure, I'd hold your hands each step of the way, comfort you when it's appropriate, and you'd always feel safe and protected. I have plenty to offer and I hope you do, too.

I spend all of my daylight hours scared and alone in this musty old cellar.
It’s woeful, and I bet it smelled this bad even before everything around here turned to crap. Great. My second sentence and I’ve already resorted to swearing. When I decided I’d start this diary (five minutes ago when I got a tiny sliver of signal) I thought it would be my poetic and deeply-moving goodbye to the world. Maybe I’d write about love and loss, or maybe the splendour of nature. Then, when all is done and dusted, I’d have left something to be remembered by. As well as my corpse, of course.
This was a bad idea.
*
Okay, I’m an idiot. There’s nothing else I can do down here. I’ve rooted through every cardboard box a hundred times, organised and reorganised my supplies, I’ve even built a fort. So, I’m back. Hello. Again. God, this diary is going badly.
But there’s just enough light coming through the boards I nailed over the cellar’s tiny window to type by. So I may as well type. Stops me staring up at the window just waiting for a shadow to pass by.
Maybe I'll just write and not hit Submit. Right, where to start? Well, my name is – actually, I think I’m going to refer to myself as ‘X’. That sounds mysterious. If you’re reading this and want to know my real name, I still carry my purse. My railcard is in there and, if you really want to know who I am, go find me and fish it out. I won’t bite...
So, my name is X. I live in a little English village in the middle of nowhere. Before all this happened, I had a mum, a dad, a sister and there was a boy I liked, his name was Jonah.
*
I couldn’t think of anything else to write so I waited until I came back from my rounds. That’s the stupid name I have for when I go outside at night scrounging for stuff. Drinks are the hardest. I only trust bottles or cans, or did, and I was running out of places to search for them. But I guess that doesn’t matter now.
My leg is doing alright actually; didn’t hold me up at all. I saw Jonah too. He’s looked better, I have to say. It’s strange because this is only the second time I’ve seen him since we came here. Maybe his ears were burning.
Anyway, I found some tinned pineapple in a creepy old caravan I hadn’t searched yet. Had to bust the door open with Old Trusty – which I thought might attract some unwanted attention – but it was fine. I’m actually eating the pineapple right now, tastes good. I also found a radio in there. I already have three down here, but none of them work. Not that the caravan radio works either, all you get is static. It’s just nice to collect something. You know, to have a hobby.
*
I can tell the sun is rising. I managed to sleep for a couple of hours, but I woke up after a bad dream. I know some people can remember their dreams, but I never do. I wake up and grasp at them, but I never manage a hold before they fade away. It’s like trying to pinch the corner of a wisp of smoke; the harder you try, the quicker it fades to nothing. I’m just left with a sensation, a kind of imprint which sums up the most intense part of the dream.
And a cold sweat. That’s new.
*
I’ve been through the box of photo albums I found at the back of the cellar again. I’ve looked through them a few times now, but I always notice something new.
There’s a photo of this little girl playing with a pretend guitar. I can tell it’s pretend because it doesn’t have strings, only brightly-coloured plastic dials. Kind of like My First Guitar Hero or something. The girl has dark hair and she looks a tiny bit like my sister did a million years ago. I don’t have a picture of my sister. I suppose I could go and get one from my old house, but it’s right in the middle of the village. I’m lucky I wasn’t torn to shreds the last time I went back. So, what I’ve done is put this girl’s photo in my back pocket as a substitute.
I guess I should probably write something about my real sister now. But I don’t think that’s a good idea just yet.
*
Daylight is starting to fade and I’m getting ready to go out on my rounds. I always take my satchel with me, packed with useful objects. I have Old Trusty (a crowbar) which sticks out of the top for easy access, a small toolbox, a pair of heavy-duty gloves (there’s a good story about how I got those, I might write that one down later) and a hammer. I carry a penknife I found down here in my pocket, my purse and phone, and a torch in my hand.
I don’t like to use the torch because its battery is running out and there’s always the chance it might attract them. I probably shouldn’t have used it last night when I got back. Maybe I’m starting to enjoy this writing malarkey? I need to be careful with luxuries.
*
Okay, that could have gone better.
Picture the scene: I’m using Old Trusty to try and lever a kitchen window open, when one of them just walks right through the garden hedge. Seriously, straight through it. It’s not the mightiest of hedges but, still, it just appeared like it was walking through one of those Japanese paper walls. My satchel was on the ground, but I legged it anyway. I’m not stupid. I know I can go back for it tomorrow. I felt strangely naked without it on the way back here though.
Like I said before, I need to be careful with the torch so I think I’ll try and get some sleep now.
*
I slept pretty well last night; no nightmares or cold sweats. Maybe a midnight chase was just what I needed to blow away the cobwebs.
I actually woke up wondering about you. If you’re reading this, who are you? If you’re like me, living through this village nightmare, how have you managed to go this long without being killed or whatever? Maybe you’re Army or some such. Maybe you’re just some kid who’s played so many videogames that surviving all of this was already second nature to you. Or maybe you’re like me; living on borrowed time and searching for a good place to die. Maybe Future Me was brave enough to tap Submit on my diary and you're currently reading this on your phone or computer.
Here’s an idea. Maybe you can carry on this diary from wherever I left it at. God, I really hope this isn’t my last entry, although I suppose any entry might be. If you do carry the diary forwards, and I'm a corpse, maybe it will become cursed. Spooky.
*
I’ve been preparing for my next excursion.
If I know I’m going somewhere I’ll likely run into an ugly, I like to take extra precautions. And I want my satchel back. It was a present from my dad, and I know it cost him a lot of money.
So, I’m taking a pair of shears from the shelf of old tools down here. That way, if I lose Old Trusty, I’ll have a backup weapon.
If you are local, I wonder how you like to kill them? Pretty morbid question I know, but everyone around here seems to have their preferred method. The last villager I saw alive carried a pair of mini cricket bats and seemed to have bludgeoning down to an art form. He never saw me though, I was watching from a grove of trees as he killed his way along the main road near the village.
That was before I decided to stay inside during the daylight hours. We can at least see a little bit at night; ambient light and everything. They can’t though. I’ve seen them, they bump into things. It’s pretty funny to be honest. If they hear a noise, they walk in the direction of the sound, never trying to avoid any object in their path. They either bash said object out of the way, or, like that hedge, blunder right through it. Obviously bigger things stop them dead (ha!) though. If that happens, they sort of shuffle backwards and then try again a few times. Eventually – and I’ve seen this too – they just give up and stand there, waiting for something else to attract their attention.
That’s not how it works in the daytime though.
*
I think it’s about an hour before the sun sets so it’s nearly time to head out. I’m going to change my bandage. One minute.
Okay, it didn’t look that bad really. The original scratch wasn’t too deep and now the wound seems to be doing that scabbing thing I remember from normal injuries. It just doesn’t smell very good. A bit like when you walk past a bin that needs emptying.
Anyway, I’ve applied more antiseptic and redressed it. Time to go.
*
That was fun. I’m glad I had those shears with me.
I got my satchel back you’ll be happy to know. And I got inside that house I’d been trying to break into as well. More through necessity than choice in the end, but I’m pleased I did. I found more batteries! That means I can justify writing at night a bit more. In fact, the people who used to live there (I think the husband owned the local garage) were pretty well kitted out. There were a lot of tins in their cupboards, and they’d even left a shotgun. It wasn’t loaded though.
Not that I need a shotgun. I didn’t tell you this before, but I have my grandpa’s old service revolver. He always told me and my sister that it was decommissioned, but my dad apparently knew otherwise. I keep it tucked into the back of my jeans at all times. It had three bullets, one of them is gone, so only two left.
I’ll only be needing the one of course.
*
Morning. I’m feeling pretty low today. I think concentrating on getting my satchel back took my mind off things, but now I feel pretty deflated.
Surely that’s understandable? The village I knew and loved has been replaced with this sodding hell. I miss my family, my friends, TV and hot dinners and Instagram. Before all of this I was a pretty positive person. Sure, I had a bit of trouble getting up in the morning, but, once I was up, that was it. I’d meet the day’s challenges head on, try to enjoy myself as much as I could. Not today though.
Maybe if I write about Jonah I’ll cheer up. Not Jonah as he is now of course, Jonah when he was all smooth-skinned, curly-haired and bright-eyed. Now he’s like the anti-Jonah or something. His face looks like it lost a fight with an angry lobster. No, wait, I’m supposed to be writing about Jonah version one here.
He’s one of those people that I can’t remember meeting. My family has always lived around here and so there are lots of people who have just always been, if you get me. I always thought we would drunkenly get it together at a party – that’s what I’d usually do if there was a boy I liked. Classy.
*
I’ve perked up a bit. Out of sheer frustration I went upstairs (naughty, I know) and looked out of a window. Sure, I saw an ugly, wandering aimlessly as they always do, but I saw that the trees are starting to turn too. That means it’s nearly autumn, and I love autumn!
My sister and I always used to go out and kick leaves at each other in the autumn. I don’t know if it was because of her low centre of gravity, but my sister was amazing at it. She could somehow whip up a blazing whirlwind of golden-yellow and fire-red, surrounding us both in a leaf storm that I couldn’t help but flail my arms madly at. Then we’d both fall backwards into the leaves laughing, me wondering how on earth what had happened was possible. She was that good.
God, I let her down in the end.
*
I think I’ll stay away from the house with the shotgun tonight. It usually takes a day or two for a group of uglies to disperse once they’re all riled up. I could use the rest of that tinned food I suppose, but I’ve got plenty to be getting on with for now.
Instead, I think I’ll swing by another farmhouse I was scoping out before I decided to turn nocturnal. I never met the people who used to live there, but I remember Mum telling me they liked their privacy. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind me visiting now though.
Also, there’s a woodland between here and there and I might be able to find some leaves to kick about a bit. I think that would make me feel close to my sister again.
I’ll check back in later.
*
I’m still alive, but only just.
I made it through the woods just fine (only the odd leaf on the forest floor at the moment though, sadly), the trouble started at the farmhouse. I couldn’t get in – the doors and windows were barricaded – so I tried one of the outbuildings. Locked. It had a cat flap though.
My first instinct was to leave it, but then I wondered if there might be something useful inside. Lord knows what thinking about it now. I lifted the cat flap with one hand and shone the torch beam through with my other. That’s when an ugly dived at my pinkies. Luckily, it misjudged its leap and got a mouthful of plastic cat flap instead. As for me, I fell backwards onto my bum.
Next, the damn thing started bashing on the door from the inside. I don’t think it could ever have got out, but the noise attracted more uglies from out of nowhere. I only just managed to outmanoeuvre them and hightail it back into the woods.
That’s not the worst of it though. On the way back my leg started to hurt. A lot.
*
I woke up this morning and I’m walking with a limp. It’s funny, Dad had a limp when he and Mum died. He was nailing planks of wood across our windows and doors because there was no signal (as per bloody usual) and we thought that what was happening here was probably happening everywhere. It's only recently that I realised this was an isolated, local outbreak. Anyway, Dad dropped the hammer onto his toe, he always was useless at DIY. I think it was only a couple of hours after that when he and Mum were taken.
It was like a wave of death. No, not like, that’s exactly what it was. A hoard of uglies swept through the village, probably originating from the secret research facility in the woods we're not supposed to know about. My sister and I wouldn’t have had a prayer if Mum and Dad hadn’t charged down the first few that got into our house. They gave us just enough time to escape, to run away and leave them to die. My sister was screaming all the way and I had to drag her like she was four again.
She wouldn’t speak to me for a few days after that. I didn’t blame her, I hated myself too. But I would have hated myself even more if I hadn’t done what I did next. On my own, I snuck back into our house with the crowbar I found here. Then I dispatched my parents. I can’t bring myself to type it any other way. It wasn’t like in the movies, I didn’t pound their skulls into mush whilst sobbing, ‘Why?’ over and over again. I just found them, or what was left of them, forced the crowbar through each of their eye sockets, and came straight back here.
Then came the crying.
*
I haven’t told you about the heavy-duty gloves yet, have I?
After I got back from our old house, my sister started speaking to me again. A shared, day-long cry will do that for sisters. Once we felt up to it, we decided to explore the parts of the farmhouse we hadn’t searched yet. All the bedrooms were empty, only a few belongings flung about the place (I suspect the previous tenants left in a hurry). The problem came when we investigated the attic. Once we’d opened the ceiling panel in the upstairs hallway, once we’d pulled the compact staircase down, I went up. My sister stood at the top of the hatchway shining the torch beam over my shoulder. And that’s when it touched me. Terrified, I fell to my left, screaming as the thing came crashing down on top of me. I was yelling things like, ‘Shoot it!’ and, ‘Run!’ but my sister was just laughing her head off. I soon realised that my attacker was in fact a shop-window mannequin.
I think the people who previously lived here must have been arty (or into some seriously freaky stuff) because the mannequin was dressed in scarves, bandannas, ties, watches – loads of things. The rest of the attic was pretty empty but at least we got the mannequin’s gloves.
*
I’m not feeling good at the moment. I’ve got a sore throat and I’ve coughed up blood a couple of times. My leg pain is getting worse too.
I don’t think I’ll go out tonight. I have enough tins left and one of them is a Full English In A Can. Sounds pretty disgusting, but intriguing at the same time. I’ve been saving it for near the end. A sort of consolation prize.
*
There are two mattresses down here. Obviously one is mine, and the other one was my sister’s. After she died, I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of it. I don’t have a photo of her, only Guitar Girl’s. Her bed is the only thing of hers I have left. And she didn’t even sleep in it that many times.
*
The tinned Full English was vile! You’ve got to laugh though, what else can you do?
*
I’m crying as I write this. Tears of sorrow, shame and regret.
It happened as we were searching a cottage just off of the main road. We’d used Old Trusty to get inside, and I’d rushed straight into the kitchen to find the food. We’d run out more than a day before and I was famished. My sister followed me into the kitchen, a wide grin on her pretty little face because I was sitting there with an open can of beans. Then one of them came at her from behind. I must have walked right past it on my stupid way to the cupboards. It bit into her neck and blood gushed over the tiles in a torrent. As she yelled out in agony, I leapt up and implanted the crowbar right into the thing’s skull. It crumpled to the floor, but the damage was done.
‘Don’t let me lose myself.’ That was the last thing my sister whispered to me before she passed out. Her wound was much more severe than mine is, and much closer to the brain. That seems to make it quicker. I took grandpa’s revolver from behind my back and blew her brains out.
I buried her in the back garden.
*
After my sister died I went kind of crazy. I took Old Trusty out across the fields and pulverised every ugly I could find. I don’t even remember it that well, it was just, find, kill, find, kill…
We’d only been going out in daylight before then but, in my anger, I carried on through the nights. That’s how I learned about their inability to evade in darkness. Eventually, though, one got me. I found three munching on a dead cow and ran straight at them. Took out the first two easily enough, but the third managed to scratch my leg with a bloody fingernail just before I clobbered it into oblivion. Once I realised its nail had broken the skin, it was like a switch had been flicked inside me. That’s it, I’m dead too. I lost my bloodlust and came back here.
*
If none of this had happened, I think my sister would have eventually gone into medicine. I was doing okay at College but she was top of her class at school. And she had a really kind nature too. She’d never squish any bugs that got trapped in our house; she’d get a glass, scoop the little critter up and seal it inside with a book. Then she’d take it outside and release it, even if it was a wasp.
*
I’ve decided that here’s not the place. I'll hit Submit and then I’m going to do it in those woods I wrote about; consider this diary as my Note. I’ll be able to find a nice spot to sit and look at the trees, some place that's calm and peaceful. I’m going to leave the picture of Guitar Girl in this cellar, she belongs in this house. The tree leaves will remind me of my sister more than any photo ever could anyway.
I guess all that’s left to say is thank you for listening.
I know it’s possible that no one will ever read this, but that’s not really the point is it?
Love,
X

Last year I posted about an exchange student that would be arriving to our home from Brazil, wanted some advice of things to do, and had some concerns about some family problems that we were having at the time. I wanted to follow up with thanks.

We did go to many national parks, and they were some of her favorite experiences.
We had a lot of white rice and beans. I got pretty good at making them.
- What I know as couscous and what you know as couscous are very different things. We got a special steamer and the corn meal here is different. It never turned out right.
We ate a lot of food. As it turns out, traditionally American foods from the USA were not her favorite, and while we put together a recipe book and sent home a lot of spices, most of those recipes were for Asian and middle eastern dishes.
Snow was fun for 5 minutes. Then she hated the snow. And we had the coldest, snowiest winter we've had in 20 years.

Thanks everyone. It was a wonderful experience. We were all crying at the end, which I think means that we did it right. I feel like we got a new family member.

Hi Long Beach,
Looking for restaurant ideas to celebrate an upcoming birthday. It’s for an adult, and we’ll have two families with 4 kids under 3 years old.
I’m new to Long Beach, so don’t know of any good spots with good food, sit down, and that can cater to young kids. Doesn’t have to be fancy, just comfortable and a good ambiance.
Maybe American, Mexican, or Vietnamese.
Thanks!

Hello Guys(Or I would say Vaṇakkam) So I have shifted to Chennai around 3/4 days ago and what I found that people are so good, transportation system is efficient and the lovely traditional culture still exists here.
The only issue which I'm facing now is language.
I know Hindi and English well but don't know Tamil . I love interacting with people which I'm finding hard to do nowadays. I'm trying to learn some words like anna, adhu, ippo etc which was suggested by one redditor of this sub and will eventually learn the language but honestly it will take some time and
Currently I'm facing some troubles which I think you guys can easily solve for me. Note - You can comment the answer of any question which you know the solution. It's not bound to tell all answers.

I don't know what to say when I want to say I don't know Tamil. Please talk in English. Because if i say this in English some times they don't understand. If i will say this in Tamil then they will reply in Tamil which I again can't understand.
Vlogs are good way to learn a language and know about the culture simultaneously. But most or I would say all videos are in Tamil. Can you suggest some good vlog channels of chenai people which are either in English or hindi or Tamil with English subtitles.
I went to thiruvalluvar beach and it was so amazing! I would like to visit other beach which will have some street foods and crowd. Any other recommendation?
Which app is more accurate and useful for bus ? Chalo or Chennai bus?
Is there any good YouTube channel which teaches Tamil from English/Hindi?
Unrelated - What is the average price of a young coconut? I would love to drink but I don't know whether they are expensive or not? A seller told me 1 for 50rs.
Where I can find groceries and veggies in low cost? Sarvana store, Dmart or local shops?

Love you Chennai ♥️

This will be my first long hike and I'm really excited to visit Michigan for the first time!
I'll be driving there, and passing through Madison and Green Bay, and eventually up the bay coast on Hwy 35. If anybody has some good highway stop recommendations, for food or a quick distraction, please let me know about them!
My hike will start from Grand Sable; the plan is to take it easy at first with two 7-mile hiking days, then pick it up with two 11-mile days with a lighter pack. My most challenging hike in my estimation would be from Sevenmile Creek campsite to Chapel Beach on day 3. The next day's plan is to take the Northern path by Grand Portal Point on my way to Cliffs campsite.
If anybody who has completed these trails before has some good advice to share, please and thank you. But any tips are welcome, such as places to visit in Munising Falls.

Monday - Arrive in Rome at noon - no plans for the day
Tuesday - Colosseum/Vatican Tour
Wednesday - Travel high-speed train to Naples; ferry to Sorrento (do i need to book the ferry in advance)
Thursday - Hang out in Sorrento (this day is open so far what can I add?)
Friday - Capri Boat Tour
Saturday - Open (thinking about checking out Amalfi Coast for the day - should we do a beach club or just walk around? do we need a car rental or something?)
Sunday - highspeed train from Naples to Rome - travel out
We're a group of 4 if that matters. Travelling in August. We're not looking to hike, maybe just walk around/explore, food, bars, light excursions. We were keen on getting Vespa's. Where would you recommend we pencil that in?
Thank you all in advance, really appreciate any suggestions:)

29F and I became homeless in March after being unable to afford the $650 rental increase they implicated 2 months prior. I couch hopped until 2 weeks ago, when a family friend said I could stay in their "spare living room that they use as storage". I was incredibly grateful and offered them $700 a month + purchasing my own food and helping with their food cost a month. In total I have given them the $700 + around $450 for groceries. I organized the living space they offered me, have done loads of dump runs/goodwill runs for them and also do house chores.
The issue started happening a week in, when their daughter (12) started coming in to the space around 5am to watch TV/eat and would sit directly on my feet while I slept. Or I woke up to the husband several times letting the dog out the back door (connected to this living space), despite the dog pen being on the opposite side of the house. Twice now I've woken to find him standing at the back of the couch watching me. A few days ago I also woke to find their best friend (a male to female transgender) standing over me and watching me sleep as well. I don't know this person. The wife also has started using the room again and sits up until midnight or later watching her TV shows so I can't lay down and sleep. And they've started asking me to watch their kid A LOT. Whether they are going to the store, going to take a nap (4+ hour naps) or just pawning the kid off on me because I'm leaving and "Hannah can keep you company". Even if the kid wants to go to the park/beach, the wife will be like "oh go ask Jenna to bring you". There's no privacy. I mean, they wife even comes in randomly and says things like "See, isn't it so relaxing to have your own space? This is my idea of relaxation." Also, their kid has been eating the food I bought for myself and kept stored in the space I pay for. She will open it right in front of me and be like "oh, is this yours? So good" while chewing with her mouth open staring at me.
Well, yesterday I had asked the wife for privacy because I was sick as a dog and wanted to rest but everyone kept coming in to talk to me or sit on my feet to watch TV loudly (they usually use their other livingroom). The wife looked off put immediately and I heard them running their mouths to each other about me being ungrateful of their kindness. Now I feel uncomfortable. I don't think it was a big ask, since I paid for this space and they NEVER used it prior to me being here.
ETA: this is not a room they used. They have 2 living rooms. One is in the main part of the house and that's the one they were using daily. This living room they have me staying in is in the "addition" part of the house, that they haven't used since they bought the house. I've known these people for awhile and have come here several times and I've never seen them use this room. When I got here it was floor to ceiling packed with storage containers and you could not walk through it.
ETA: this should go without say but this is specifically directed at the individuals clinging to my "male to female transgender" TINY detail- I am in a relationship with a female to male transgender. I am not bigoted. However, I would be lying if I said I was comfortable with a woman who has a usable male appendage and full beard standing over me watching me sleep.

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