FIRST NIGHT
I hadn’t slept on the plane the night before.
But I wasn’t tired.
You can’t be tired when you’re excited.
I walked around for two hours,
Trying to find a hostel that wasn’t full.
Some sort of car racing thing was going on.
When I found one I set down my things,
And hit the streets.
To understand a city,
you have to get lost in her streets.
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