It was something by Snoop Doggy Dogg. I sang Alison Krauss’ “As I went down to the river to pray, studying about that good old way…” and she quietly said, “Ek hou van Gospel.” She sang a four- or five-line chorus, explained that it was from a song by a rap artist, and sang it again.
I finally said something about a vehicle driving on the wrong side of the road just near a desert bar called Ronnie’s Sex Shop, and soon afterwards she started singing. We didn’t speak for a long while, and she spent the first minutes tying her jeans at each hip, where there were split Vs and string for tightening them. She wore a pink cap, and under that a green headscarf. On the other side of Montague, I picked up a hitchhiker.
Took the N2 in order to cross the M5 to the N1, going between Valkenberg psychiatric hospital and the eco village at Oude Molen. I sang song after song and then fell quiet for a hundred kilometres.
