Once we missed
our road turn. Having no navigation, we had to go off the highway, find some knowledgeable locals, ask them for the right way and find our way back.
It was not easy
to communicate with them. They spoke to us as if we were born in the same
quarter: »Yes, it's no problem, you have several possibilities: from the
highway 127 you go to the turnpike, on US 77 south, after about twenty miles on
Interstate 76 east, and then to your Interstate 95.« We stared in
amazement, asked again, wrote down what we heard and got lost several more times. It
took us scores of miles to finally find the promised Interstate 95 south, towards
Miami.
But the eventful
day wasn’t over yet. Before I became familiar with the system of marking directions
in the confusion of the highways in New Jersey, it exploded behind me as if I
had driven onto a landmine.
to be continued
text & photo:
Janin Klemenčič