Diaries from America
I'm back in the land of the living! Ok, not quite. I'm just being dramatic. I'm back to civilisation! That is, untimed internet connection. Now I'm just being sad. That, or I'm really really tired.
I'm tired. The past couple of weeks, though wonderful, and full of surprises, have on the flip side, been quite taxing on me, both mentally, and physically. I wouldn't be surprised if I come down with something. I'm currently feeling muscular pains, and hot and cold flushes. Not a good sign. On a more cheerful note, my ipod is back in action. Yah! Boy I missed him. Music feeds one aspect of my soul.
I'm currently back in San Francisco after returning from a near 2000 mile drive. The drive started south along the west coast of California, through Santa Barbara, into LA. From LA we headed East to Las Vegas into the State of Nevada, north to the Canyon into the State of Arizona, back south to Las Vegas, and North West to Yosemite National Park, before heading back West to San Francisco.
Below is a diary snapshot, okay, maybe more than a snapshot, of my experiences to date over the past two weeks. The first half of my four week visit in the United States.
Monday 9th May 2005 - Day 3
The day was spent seeing the sites around San Francisco. Joy, Jon and Uncle Mike, drove my parents and I around in their seven seater van. I awoke to banana and blueberry pancakes, which Jon cooked for me, and Quaker Oats, which my Mum has fallen in love with, and discussions about placing orders with Uncle Mike after our return to Australia has been thrown around with much laughter.
Jon showed us a place where he usually goes biking, his favourite and most long standing pastime, along Ocean Beach. The beach was very long in comparison to what we have in Australia, and the ocean view seemed alot more expansive, from a horizontal angle. The beach sand were a duller greyish yellow colour, and definitely not as wide as the sand we have back home.
We stopped by the old rebuilt Cliff House there, which reminded me very much of Icebergs along Bondi Beach, and saw the old indoor swimming pool remnants, also destroyed by fire. The day though sunny was slightly windy, and cool, and I caught my first sight at an eagle pearched on a traffic light.
Our next stop was at the Legion of Honors, where Jon once sung there with his school choir. The place was set along a golf course, along the harbour, and gave a nice skyline view of the city. Joy pointed out to me where her high school was, which we would pass later on in the day.
From the Legion of Honors, we took some time to walk around. Uncle Mike stayed and rested in the car. He rose at 5:30am as part of his weekly swim routine. He's already inspired me to get back into swimming more reguarly when I return to Sydney. I do miss it.
Here we saw the golden gate bridge from a different angle. Unlike Sydney, the harbour is very quiet without much boat traffic. It was nice to be surrounded by the flora and fauna of San Fran, and quietly observe the views.
By now, lunch was calling, and a few options were thrown our way. In the end we opted for vietnamese. The servings here were massive. I ordered my usual grilled chicken mong, and thought it didn't compare to the mongs I've had in Sydney. The vermecilli were too thick for my liking, and there wasn't enough condiments - that is, diced mint, and chopped peanuts. The iced coffee was delicious though.
After being stuffed from lunch. We drove to 'the white house'. Hahah. Not quite. It was more like a greenhouse, which was, white - called the Conservatory of Flowers at the Golden Gate Park. Unfortunately it was closed, and we all spent a moment lying and relaxing on the grass outside under the sun. Somehow the conversations lead to yoga, and Jon showed us his head stand, which like Uncle Mike and his swimming, is inspiring me to get back into yoga again.
We then visited Ashbury, to a street called Haight St, much like Glebe Point Rd, or King St, in Sydney. There were many hippie like shops, which Jon said is not representative of the culture of America, but people expect it, so the shops stock it. Strange choice of rationale.
Uncle Mike said I had to have a Ben and Jerry's ice cream, but I had to refuse, and to this day I'm yet to have one still. All the eating out, the portion sizes, added variety in food, has been a challenge in itself for my unsuspecting body.
We drove past Joy's high school, and headed to.... to get another perspective of the city, and see the houses that were used for the family sitcom, Full House. The park was filled with mother's with their children and dogs. The houses and cars around this area was extravagant as well. The architecture is quite interesting. I'm not sure what you'd call it, I'm sure there is a name for the style. I'll be interested to know the source of the influence, something I must ask my brother when I get home.
Before heading back home for dinner, Uncle Mike stopped us at the Japanese Markets, knowing I enjoy all things Japanese. Here we visited a shop, where Uncle Mike knew the owner, and I purchased a frivolous, but pretty ornament for my new phone.
Joy encouraged me to try a Hawaiian soft drink, which I did, but found it was way too sweet. We then visited a Japanese grocery store, and bought a range of snacks for our trip tomorrow.
Back in Daly City, where we're staying, Uncle Mike, Jon, Mum and I visited Trader Joes, the local Chinese grocery store, after settling my mobile account here with Cingular. The place reminded me of the trading centre in Sunny Bank, Brisbane. We bought some crab, and other ingredents for the feast that Joy offered to cook for us. Jon was keen to see me try some Mochi, which I suspect he enjoys. It was a branded Japanese icecream wrapped in a rice coating, stuff I love. I picked out two packs with six portions each - vanilla, and mango.
Back home dinner was served, extravagently. It was huge! Everything here is huge! Crabs served with a garlic lemon sauce with diced corriander, and white wine; fresh scallops.. amongst a whole array of other options. The scallops were the largest, and fattest I've ever seen. By the end of it, with Mochi's and fruit for dessert, I was stuffed, and needless to say, spoilt.
Tuesday 10th May 2005 - Day 4
We're on our way to LA. Seven people packed into a van. Our journey begins down Route 1. The day is gorgeous. The sun is out, the sky is clear, and unlike the Sydney sun, there is a gentle warmth to it as it touches the skin.
It isn't long before the sights of the city turn into the sights and wonders of nature. Route 1 is a drive along the west coast of California, and the views are absolutely spectacular. Windy roads, rolls and rolls of green massive hills to the left, with a wide and expansive blue ocean to the right. The drive reminded me of the drive along the Great Ocean Road, right on the coastline, overlooking the ocean, though with an entirely different feel. Perhaps because I'm looking out into the west at the Pacific Ocean, as opposed to south towards Antartica. I'm still getting use to my orientation. I'm thrown out not only with the timing of gaining a day, but the fact that I'm on the northern hemisphere facing west, as oppose to the southern hemisphere facing east.
Our first stop was Pebble Beach. The first thing I saw was a sign that says, "Do Not Take Pebbles from the Beach", I thought it was funny, as did Jon, as it felt like an outright invitation to take the pebbles from the beach. The thought wouldn't have passed my mind otherwise. I wasn't surprised to learn that Jon scooped himself a sample of pebbles in his hand, and took it with us. It is consistent with my thoughts of his character.
Jon and I did a bit of investigating among the rock formations near the ocean in attempt to find some sea life. We didn't have much luck, apart from the usual seaweed, and moss. It's interesting to note the difference in vegetation, and general land formation.
In the van, there was discussions about the recent scandle romance between Tom Cruise, and Katie Holmes, and much snacking on wheat seasame crackers, dried fruits, and black seasame sweets from Shanghai.
Our next stop, not far after Pebble Beach, was in a National Park called Au Rou (?), in attempt to see some elephant seals. We did a three mile round trip walk amongst the coastline flora, and over some sand hills, to see a group of about twenty female elephant seals baking in the sun. They were in fact shedding their thick fur skins before heading back into the ocean. There were a couple of volunteers to offer information about the life cycle, mating behaviour, and general nature of the animals. They were big. It was interesting to see them move, and throw sand onto their bodies. Most of the time they slept.
The walk was gorgeous. It overlooked out into the ocean, and the path was nice and flat. The only thing we had to be wary of was a plant called the posion plant. If any of the tree's oil got on your skin it would cause a bad rash lasting a couple of weeks, which Jon was able to testify to. We spotted quite a number of them along the path.
We then soon arrived at Santa Cruz where we stopped for lunch. The parents, all opted for something quick and familiar, none other than, MacDonalds, while Jon, Joy and myself, rebelled and did a bit of investigating, finding ourselves a local greek place. I ordered a lamb kebab of sorts, with hummus, tomato, lettuce salad with a really nice yogurty type sauce sprinkled with a red spice. It was really tasty, and I felt very satisfied after it, especially after the walk. I also ordered a organic green tea, that tasted a bit funny, but I eventually got accustomed to the bitterness. We joined our parents in MacDonalds, and upon seeing what we were eating Uncle Mike placed an order himself. So he had himself two meals. Jon introduced me to try, and bought me what they call a parifait, which to me is yogurt. Very similar to the one MacDonald serves in Sydney, but alot nicer - the fruit in it is fresher, and more plentiful, and for once the serving size was just right. Not too small and not too large. I find the one they serve in Sydney too large.
By late mid-afternoon we arrive at Montery, initially with the plan to visit the local aquarium, famous for their great white shark. There wasn't much interest, and it's not like great white sharks are rare in Sydney. Hehe. Though then again neither is Starbucks, but we stopped by for a coffee nevertheless - an afternoon pick me up, which was very much desired. I had a choc mint mocha frappachino, which surprise surprise, were ten size bigger than it needed to be, well, at least for me anyway. It was a nice break, and I enjoyed the Ray Charles CD they played in the background.
We went otter spotting, and stumbled upon a cafe named after Bubba from forest gump which was pretty cool. There were so much merchadise it wasn't funny. No surprises there was a 'box of chocolates, called... well, a box of chocolates.
By now it was mid afternoon. Driving along the coast, we stopped by to take photos of the purple flowers that lined the coastline. It was amazing to see the masses of flowers spreading across the horizon.
We then went for a drive around the coast called the 17 mile drive, a spectacular coastal drive where the ocean expanded beyond comprehension, and the ocean shone with a spectacular jade crystal like colour. The waves were awesome, and the rocks were unique - round, smooth, large, and plentiful. The houses along the coastline was stories in and of themselves. They were mansions, overlooking the ocean, set on a golf course.
Along the drive, we stopped by at various stop points. The highlights included, the ghost tree, which were anticlimatic, and the lone cypress tree, which is a registered trademark, therefore also making it the most photographed tree. I think it's used as the logo for a film company, though I'm not sure. An image of a cypress tree, which looked alot like it, being struck by lightning on a black background comes to mind. Considering the environmental elements the tree faces daily, it was a nice to be able to appreciate it's beauty, and tenacity.
About now everyone was feeling very relaxed in the van. There were much laughter and jokes being thrown around. Uncle Mike was a laugh a minute with his vibrancy, and Jonathan cacks me up with his matter of fact comments. We had a quick stop at the golf house before heading off to find our hotel.
Once found we took some time out to refresh before heading out to dinner. We went off track venturing into a really cool candle shop which smelt absolutely divine, and found a restraunt, called The Fish Hopper Seafood and Steaks, which tempted us with Clam Chower samples - this is a well marketed restrauant, along with most things here in the States. I ordered a Salmon Steak served with vegetables and potato mash, and sat right along the window with the ocean views. Salmon is becoming a trend with me, perhaps I am missing my mum's weekly vingarette with garlic, corriander, and chilli salmon back home, and this is somehow making up for it.
On the way back to the hotel I started teaching Uncle Mike some Australian slang, such as 'chuck a right', and 'chuck a left', it was a laugh a minute. A nice way to end our evening together.
[Post: 21 May 2005]
Wednesday 11th May 2005 - Day 5
This is one of the most spectacular and memorable days I've had here in the States.
We begin the morning with breakfast at the cafe next to our hotel. $2.99 for pancakes served with bacon and eggs. Eggs can be cooked whatever way you like. I choose to have my eggs scrambled, how I usually like them. I also had an OJ. It's feels very much like your typical American breakfast. Filled with energy we all popped back into the van to continue our journey south to LA. Our next stop, Santa Barbara.
It isn't long before we make our car stops to enjoy some scenery. We don't even make it out of Monterey. Beginning our drive back along the coast, back to where we were yesterday, at the never ending flow of purple flowers lining the Pacific Ocean.
The view is slightly different from yesterday. It is the morning, as opposed to the late afternoon. The sky is much clearer, the tides have subsided, and the ocean is alot calmer. To top it off, the sun is gorgeously warm. Altogether, creating a contrasting mood from the one we had yesterday. Bright, and full of potential. Yesterday's condition created a more subdued, but dramatic mood, from the wind, and waves. So, naturally, we stop by for some photographs, with masses and masses of purple flowers filling up the backdrop.
We wander down a flight of stairs, and found ourselves among a mass of rock formations leading to the ocean. We do a bit of investigating, photo snapping before heading back up to the car. On the way back, while I was taking a photo of my Dad, I hear yells from the rest of the group. They've spotted a couple of dolphins catching some waves. I jump with excitement. Swimming with dolphins is one of my lifelong dreams. These animals have always fascinate me, and still do. Less so now, at times I use to wonder what my life would have been like if I pursued my interest, and spent my life working with these creatures.
We stop by a small beach. There is a platform where we see a small group of ladies doing morning yoga next to the ocean. Jon quickly disappears from the group finding himself a stand stone wall. Rock climbing has been his passion for the past 5 years, and he begins to spider, the wall - up and down, left and right.
Joy and I pick up our sandals/thongs, white haviannas for me, and abercrombie for her, dangle them on the edge of our fingers, and begin to edge our way to the ocean. We dip both our feet in, and feel the cool sensation overtake us among the warm morning sun. The water is crisp, refreshing and beautifully clear. I wouldn't have minded suiting up with the group of five nearby scuba divers, and investigate the secrets of the ocean.
I walk towards Jon, and assess the wall. I attempt to scale the wall, but thought it wiser not to, since I were wearing my jeans. I wander back towards the car, and find a bench. I lie down, sunglasses on, and enjoy the warmth of the sun on my face.
Back in the van, snacks are being thrown around. Jack Johnson is playing in the background, and everyone is in a good mood. Holiday mode has clicked in. My mum's packed of dried raspberry gets alot of air time. Everyone wants a piece of the action. They're small, they're tasty, and it doesn't hurt that they look good too. A nice plump red sweet berry, the size of a dime, also known as a one cent coin.
As we continue along the drive south along the west coast overlooking the ocean, the views continue to amaze me. The expansiveness of the ocean, the hills, the cliffs. We stop at a lookout to soak it all in, and take a couple of happy shots, and I take the front seat with Jon, taking the role of the DJ. First up, Usher's confessions album.
We make a second stop at the first of two arc bridges, that look directly down into the ocean from a height enough to make you go, wow. We take a picture for an Irish guy travelling solo around the world, and learn he'd recently visited Sydney, and continue to follow a similar route around the west and east coast of the States.
By midday, we arrive at Big Sur, a national park. While others stop by to use the bathroon, and buy icecream, I wander through the gift shop, and pick up for myself some postcards, bookmarks, and a pair of really cute, blue crafted, foil like earrings.
Resting outside, deciding what to do, I spot a big red oak tree. Discussion about the number of people it'll require to wrap around the trunk is thrown in the air, and to gain perspective Jon, my Mum, and I, outstrectch our arms around it. My Dad couldn't help, but see a picture moment. There is no hiding the enjoyment he's deriving from his new digital slr camera, which he bought especially for this trip.
We all get back into the van, and drive to the walk entrance. Upon entering the forrest, we are greeted by masses and masses of red oak trees, to our right, and to our left, with heights that reach the sky. The thickness of the trunk represents the age of the tree, some of them with ages reaching several centuries.
I get excited and start climbing on a trunk that's fallen, as we begin our bushwalk (otherwise known as a "hike" by the locals). The air is crisp, the temperature under the protection of the trees, with spots of sunshine creeping through the spaces, creates a cool, fresh, and relaxed mood. I love the array of colours found here. All sorts of tones of greens, and browns, with occasional spots of colour from wild flowers.
One of the memorable moments here, was when Joy asked to take a photo of Jon and I against the back drop of some baby oak trees. Jon and I stand side by side, and smile. After Joy takes the picture she laughs, and says, "you guys don't even look like you know each other". It was funny, being relatives and all, and naturally, becomes another in the list of growing ongoing jokes.
We had to take the alternate route to the waterfall, the more direct routed being closed, and after some hiking uphill we reach a crossroad. The left leading to a view of the valley, and the right to the waterfall. The walk up to this point reminded me very much of the walk Edwin M, Mares, Clive, Jon, Mike, Sharon, Squish, and I did on our roadtrip to Mudgee a couple of years ago. A light in the walk uphill, with occasional twists and turns as we ascended, low vegetation, and scrumbling among random rocks. The conditions, weather wise is quite similar as well. Perfect for a walk with nature.
After a walk downhill, we arrive at the waterfall. A black sparrow like bird, with an electric blue colour on it's back, catches my attention. It moves much like a sparrow - swiftly, though it's slightly bigger in size, and seem, by observation of it's movement, stronger, or perhaps it's more defined.
We spend a bit of time enjoying the waterfall, and the sound of water cascading over rocks creating a downflowing stream, before beginning our walk back the way we came to the car. Jon monkeys' around on a tree along the way, as we wait for our parents to catch up, and I walk along a fallen tree trunk to cross the stream we first passed at the entrance to the walk.
As we approached our van, Jon and Joy following close behind, walking to the right side, I shock myself by seeing the back door open, and I gasp, "oh my gosh, we left the door open!" My eye soon catches a man sitting in the driver seat, on the left and side, and as he begins laughing, I quickly realise I have the wrong van. Jon and Joy joins in the laughter, and as a sense of relief overcomes my realisation, I join in.
Back in the car, Jon suspects this isn't the waterfall his friend recommended. I also learn, neither Jon nor his family haven't been further than Monterey on Route One. On our way out, we see a random deer hoping through the trees. So far the day has been truly amazing.
Jon and I exchange an interesting dialogue. Someone offered me food, to which I replied, I wasn't hungry. The next words I spoke were directed at my Mum, asking for cranberries. Jon amused himself at my oxymoron.
Soon enough we discover the location of the much anticipated waterfall. God's timing, in our time here, was perfect.
The waterfall revealed all her beauty, pouring over a cliff onto the sand at the edge to the left side of the secluded beach. The rock formation to the left of the waterfall, leading to the ocean, shaped distinctly like a turtle, and we spot a couple of otters swimming among the foams, created by the waves as they smashed onto the rock face.
As I walked further along the track, created especially to enjoy the beauty from all possible angles, I found a seat, and took a moment to lie down, and rest my eyes. My mind smiled at all it was beholding. The day is still young.
What happened next was the high point of the day. A gift from God. Everything imaginable was, perfect.
Yells from a random man.
"Whales!"
Everyone props up with anticipation, and looks out, north west, into the ocean.
"Where!?!"
"It was really close. Did you see it? Right next to the cliff face!"
We wait, and scurry round the hand rail, all eyes out into the ocean. Jon is skeptical, though, soon enough we hear someone scream, "there it is!" My Mum and Dad sees it, Anna sees it. Jon sees it.
I miss it. They appeared to be heading north, so we all look north, no more than a couple of minutes later, which felt like a lifetime, we all see them! At first, what appears to be a larger, and small light greyish whale by it's right side. They were swimming possibly close to two to three hundred metres from the shore. It was amazing (I'm still amazed as I recall these moments). Seconds later, we spot a second pair! Fifty to one hundred metres from the first pair. We watched them, as they surfaced, and headed up north until we lost them over some rock formations.
It was amazing how close they were. I didn't comprehend it until I realised how far they were. We learn they were most likely to be Californian Grey Whales migrating north, and it being unusual for them to be travelling this late in the season. Though hearing about the late transition into spring in the States this year, and after experiencing from what I remember to be one of the warmest autumns in Sydney, it comes as no surprise.
Undeniably, we all leave thrilled, and the van fills with energy.
Stopping by at a popular look out point, where three old men were enjoying a picnic overlooking the ocean. We snack on a baguette, and oranges to keep us going. It's heading towards late afternoon, and we're thankful for the biggish breakfast we had.
Our drive continues, and in terms of distance, we're still a fair way from Santa Barbara. We stop by a motel town, to grab a late lunch. I wandered onto the grounds of the motel, and were again amazed at the views it offered. What a camp site! I think to myself, "wouldn't it be wonderful to have a houseparty here? Right among the splendor of God's creation." I smile as my mind quickly recall the memories created at easter houseparty back in March.
Lunch I share a soup with my Mum, and a fish sandwich, which ended up being a beer battered fish in mayo sauce. Not excaltly what I expected, but it was yummy. Anna and my Mum comes back with a Ben and Jerry's ice cream for me, and again, I had to refuse. One day, over these next few weeks.
Back on the road, finally on our way to our final destination. We estimate a few hour drive, arriving at around seven in the evening. Everyone begins to dose off, it's already been a big day. I continue to enjoy the views from the front as they revealed themselves as we rounded the hills.
Along the way, we notice a beach packed with elephant seals, and when I say packed, I mean packed, like sardines. We walked a three mile return trip to see about twenty odd yesterday, today we drove right up to hundreds! It was windy, so after a quick view I found myself back in the comforts of our van. Joy, Jon and Mike soon follow.
My Dad is filled with excitement. He absolutely loves them. He loved them so much he took photos of the photos owned by the volunteers yesterday. Joy, Jon and I have a laugh in the van. It appears the parents are enjoying the animals more than we were. We drive the van down a few hundred metres, meeting with Anna and my Mum, both encouraging us to see it for ourselves. Mike pops out to observe the second beach. Joy joked that we'll wait for his reaction before deciding whether it was worth stepping out into the wind. We didn't end up stepping out. My Dad, however, saw it all. He walked all the way to the second beach, and came back filled with excitement, and photos.
At a petrol stop, a new friend joins us, 'Reece', a plush animal shaped as an otter no larger than the palm of my hand. Reece got his name from the peanut crisp chocolates, an M&M like candy by Hershey. Jon had purchased a couple of packets, and 'Reece' became the first word that came to mind when a potential name was suggested. Soon enough Reece becomes a new member of the crew. I hang him on the zipper of my carry over bag.
Along the way, rummaging through Jon and Joy's CD collection Jon suggest I put in a CD listening to sounds of nature. It was literally direct recordings of rain water flowing, and wind blowing. I have a good chuckle, and try to distinguish between one track on rain, then another track on rain, and another. Rain sounded very much like, well, rain. Behind us, everyone else behind had been rocked to sleep.
Since we were running behind schedule, we had to skip our visit to the castle (Herste) on the hill. We saw it from a distance, and finally began our way to Santa Barbara, arriving just after seven. I started observing subtle differences.
By the time we find the main strip it's eight, and we wander the street downtown in search for dinner. We found an 'order at the counter' cafe. It was brightly lit, and had a nice display of cakes, tortes, and all things sweet. I ordered myself a chai tea (too big, and too sweet), and a quielldea (?) - a toasted tortilla sandwich with chicken, and vegetables melted over a light cheese. It was something new, so I thought I'd try it. It was worth it.
Dessert tempted us, and Joy and I share a rice pudding with pistascio and rasins, and a bread pudding. They were good. Especially the bread pudding. The right texture, and the right sweetness.
By now we were beat. I end the night at our hotel writing postcards.
[Post: 24 May 2005]
Thursday 12th May 2005 - Day 6
Last night, as we made our way back to the car, we parked outside a local bakery cafe shop, and tempted our eyes at the pastries sitting in the window - think freshly baked home made pecan pie, chocolate tortes... mmm. It wasn't a hard decision in deciding where we'll be having breakfast.
The place lived up to our expectations. What a feast of a breakfast! I'm wasn't feeling particularly well, my throat became slightly itchy overnight. Joy shares the same feeling, and we suspect it had something to do with the hotel room.
I order a rose tea, something I suspect would be soothing for my throat. For breakfast I had sourdough bread, served with a homemade marmalade type of jam, with mushroom and cheese omelette. It was a feast fit for breakfast lunch and dinner. Uncle Mike and Jon ordered the same dish, a piece of artwork created by bread, smoked salmon, and eggs. I still can't get the picture of their meal out of my mind.
After breakfast we did a wander down the main strip of Santa Barbara. Shops were yet to open, so we windowed shopped. Santa Barbara reminds me much of what I expected the US to be like. I purchase a dove shampoo, and did a wander into the local Boarders. The day was starting to warm up, and I was already starting to feel tired.
We begin our drive to LA, and I spend most of the trip asleep, conveniently waking up upon our arrival. Feeling a bit bedazzled, I begin to feel the vastness of LA city. After circling around for a bit, we find the place Jon had in mind to take us for lunch. Spanish food. We order sangria for the table, and I have for myself a salmon steak dish (again). It was nice to sit outside, in the shade, and soak up the fresh air. The area had a glebe like feel about it.
After a quick wander around the local shops we find our hotel and check in. I zonk out in bed, and remain that way until 8pm that evening. Mum and Dad came back around 9pm with some food for me, and news that they visited kodak theatre, and parts of hollywood. My stomach was eager to taste the chicken curry and rice, they got from a food market, along with fresh raspberries, and blackberries, which I devoured.
[Post: 7 June 2005]
Friday 13th May 2005 - Day 7
Well yesterday went by rather quickly. After a long day the day before, it was nice to take it slow. In other words. Sleep. I felt a lot better this morning, and much more refreshed to venture out and discover what LA had to offer. From the little I saw yesterday, LA felt like a mess of a big city.
I'm tired. The past couple of weeks, though wonderful, and full of surprises, have on the flip side, been quite taxing on me, both mentally, and physically. I wouldn't be surprised if I come down with something. I'm currently feeling muscular pains, and hot and cold flushes. Not a good sign. On a more cheerful note, my ipod is back in action. Yah! Boy I missed him. Music feeds one aspect of my soul.
I'm currently back in San Francisco after returning from a near 2000 mile drive. The drive started south along the west coast of California, through Santa Barbara, into LA. From LA we headed East to Las Vegas into the State of Nevada, north to the Canyon into the State of Arizona, back south to Las Vegas, and North West to Yosemite National Park, before heading back West to San Francisco.
Below is a diary snapshot, okay, maybe more than a snapshot, of my experiences to date over the past two weeks. The first half of my four week visit in the United States.
Monday 9th May 2005 - Day 3
The day was spent seeing the sites around San Francisco. Joy, Jon and Uncle Mike, drove my parents and I around in their seven seater van. I awoke to banana and blueberry pancakes, which Jon cooked for me, and Quaker Oats, which my Mum has fallen in love with, and discussions about placing orders with Uncle Mike after our return to Australia has been thrown around with much laughter.
Jon showed us a place where he usually goes biking, his favourite and most long standing pastime, along Ocean Beach. The beach was very long in comparison to what we have in Australia, and the ocean view seemed alot more expansive, from a horizontal angle. The beach sand were a duller greyish yellow colour, and definitely not as wide as the sand we have back home.
We stopped by the old rebuilt Cliff House there, which reminded me very much of Icebergs along Bondi Beach, and saw the old indoor swimming pool remnants, also destroyed by fire. The day though sunny was slightly windy, and cool, and I caught my first sight at an eagle pearched on a traffic light.
Our next stop was at the Legion of Honors, where Jon once sung there with his school choir. The place was set along a golf course, along the harbour, and gave a nice skyline view of the city. Joy pointed out to me where her high school was, which we would pass later on in the day.
From the Legion of Honors, we took some time to walk around. Uncle Mike stayed and rested in the car. He rose at 5:30am as part of his weekly swim routine. He's already inspired me to get back into swimming more reguarly when I return to Sydney. I do miss it.
Here we saw the golden gate bridge from a different angle. Unlike Sydney, the harbour is very quiet without much boat traffic. It was nice to be surrounded by the flora and fauna of San Fran, and quietly observe the views.
By now, lunch was calling, and a few options were thrown our way. In the end we opted for vietnamese. The servings here were massive. I ordered my usual grilled chicken mong, and thought it didn't compare to the mongs I've had in Sydney. The vermecilli were too thick for my liking, and there wasn't enough condiments - that is, diced mint, and chopped peanuts. The iced coffee was delicious though.
After being stuffed from lunch. We drove to 'the white house'. Hahah. Not quite. It was more like a greenhouse, which was, white - called the Conservatory of Flowers at the Golden Gate Park. Unfortunately it was closed, and we all spent a moment lying and relaxing on the grass outside under the sun. Somehow the conversations lead to yoga, and Jon showed us his head stand, which like Uncle Mike and his swimming, is inspiring me to get back into yoga again.
We then visited Ashbury, to a street called Haight St, much like Glebe Point Rd, or King St, in Sydney. There were many hippie like shops, which Jon said is not representative of the culture of America, but people expect it, so the shops stock it. Strange choice of rationale.
Uncle Mike said I had to have a Ben and Jerry's ice cream, but I had to refuse, and to this day I'm yet to have one still. All the eating out, the portion sizes, added variety in food, has been a challenge in itself for my unsuspecting body.
We drove past Joy's high school, and headed to.... to get another perspective of the city, and see the houses that were used for the family sitcom, Full House. The park was filled with mother's with their children and dogs. The houses and cars around this area was extravagant as well. The architecture is quite interesting. I'm not sure what you'd call it, I'm sure there is a name for the style. I'll be interested to know the source of the influence, something I must ask my brother when I get home.
Before heading back home for dinner, Uncle Mike stopped us at the Japanese Markets, knowing I enjoy all things Japanese. Here we visited a shop, where Uncle Mike knew the owner, and I purchased a frivolous, but pretty ornament for my new phone.
Joy encouraged me to try a Hawaiian soft drink, which I did, but found it was way too sweet. We then visited a Japanese grocery store, and bought a range of snacks for our trip tomorrow.
Back in Daly City, where we're staying, Uncle Mike, Jon, Mum and I visited Trader Joes, the local Chinese grocery store, after settling my mobile account here with Cingular. The place reminded me of the trading centre in Sunny Bank, Brisbane. We bought some crab, and other ingredents for the feast that Joy offered to cook for us. Jon was keen to see me try some Mochi, which I suspect he enjoys. It was a branded Japanese icecream wrapped in a rice coating, stuff I love. I picked out two packs with six portions each - vanilla, and mango.
Back home dinner was served, extravagently. It was huge! Everything here is huge! Crabs served with a garlic lemon sauce with diced corriander, and white wine; fresh scallops.. amongst a whole array of other options. The scallops were the largest, and fattest I've ever seen. By the end of it, with Mochi's and fruit for dessert, I was stuffed, and needless to say, spoilt.
Tuesday 10th May 2005 - Day 4
We're on our way to LA. Seven people packed into a van. Our journey begins down Route 1. The day is gorgeous. The sun is out, the sky is clear, and unlike the Sydney sun, there is a gentle warmth to it as it touches the skin.
It isn't long before the sights of the city turn into the sights and wonders of nature. Route 1 is a drive along the west coast of California, and the views are absolutely spectacular. Windy roads, rolls and rolls of green massive hills to the left, with a wide and expansive blue ocean to the right. The drive reminded me of the drive along the Great Ocean Road, right on the coastline, overlooking the ocean, though with an entirely different feel. Perhaps because I'm looking out into the west at the Pacific Ocean, as opposed to south towards Antartica. I'm still getting use to my orientation. I'm thrown out not only with the timing of gaining a day, but the fact that I'm on the northern hemisphere facing west, as oppose to the southern hemisphere facing east.
Our first stop was Pebble Beach. The first thing I saw was a sign that says, "Do Not Take Pebbles from the Beach", I thought it was funny, as did Jon, as it felt like an outright invitation to take the pebbles from the beach. The thought wouldn't have passed my mind otherwise. I wasn't surprised to learn that Jon scooped himself a sample of pebbles in his hand, and took it with us. It is consistent with my thoughts of his character.
Jon and I did a bit of investigating among the rock formations near the ocean in attempt to find some sea life. We didn't have much luck, apart from the usual seaweed, and moss. It's interesting to note the difference in vegetation, and general land formation.
In the van, there was discussions about the recent scandle romance between Tom Cruise, and Katie Holmes, and much snacking on wheat seasame crackers, dried fruits, and black seasame sweets from Shanghai.
Our next stop, not far after Pebble Beach, was in a National Park called Au Rou (?), in attempt to see some elephant seals. We did a three mile round trip walk amongst the coastline flora, and over some sand hills, to see a group of about twenty female elephant seals baking in the sun. They were in fact shedding their thick fur skins before heading back into the ocean. There were a couple of volunteers to offer information about the life cycle, mating behaviour, and general nature of the animals. They were big. It was interesting to see them move, and throw sand onto their bodies. Most of the time they slept.
The walk was gorgeous. It overlooked out into the ocean, and the path was nice and flat. The only thing we had to be wary of was a plant called the posion plant. If any of the tree's oil got on your skin it would cause a bad rash lasting a couple of weeks, which Jon was able to testify to. We spotted quite a number of them along the path.
We then soon arrived at Santa Cruz where we stopped for lunch. The parents, all opted for something quick and familiar, none other than, MacDonalds, while Jon, Joy and myself, rebelled and did a bit of investigating, finding ourselves a local greek place. I ordered a lamb kebab of sorts, with hummus, tomato, lettuce salad with a really nice yogurty type sauce sprinkled with a red spice. It was really tasty, and I felt very satisfied after it, especially after the walk. I also ordered a organic green tea, that tasted a bit funny, but I eventually got accustomed to the bitterness. We joined our parents in MacDonalds, and upon seeing what we were eating Uncle Mike placed an order himself. So he had himself two meals. Jon introduced me to try, and bought me what they call a parifait, which to me is yogurt. Very similar to the one MacDonald serves in Sydney, but alot nicer - the fruit in it is fresher, and more plentiful, and for once the serving size was just right. Not too small and not too large. I find the one they serve in Sydney too large.
By late mid-afternoon we arrive at Montery, initially with the plan to visit the local aquarium, famous for their great white shark. There wasn't much interest, and it's not like great white sharks are rare in Sydney. Hehe. Though then again neither is Starbucks, but we stopped by for a coffee nevertheless - an afternoon pick me up, which was very much desired. I had a choc mint mocha frappachino, which surprise surprise, were ten size bigger than it needed to be, well, at least for me anyway. It was a nice break, and I enjoyed the Ray Charles CD they played in the background.
We went otter spotting, and stumbled upon a cafe named after Bubba from forest gump which was pretty cool. There were so much merchadise it wasn't funny. No surprises there was a 'box of chocolates, called... well, a box of chocolates.
By now it was mid afternoon. Driving along the coast, we stopped by to take photos of the purple flowers that lined the coastline. It was amazing to see the masses of flowers spreading across the horizon.
We then went for a drive around the coast called the 17 mile drive, a spectacular coastal drive where the ocean expanded beyond comprehension, and the ocean shone with a spectacular jade crystal like colour. The waves were awesome, and the rocks were unique - round, smooth, large, and plentiful. The houses along the coastline was stories in and of themselves. They were mansions, overlooking the ocean, set on a golf course.
Along the drive, we stopped by at various stop points. The highlights included, the ghost tree, which were anticlimatic, and the lone cypress tree, which is a registered trademark, therefore also making it the most photographed tree. I think it's used as the logo for a film company, though I'm not sure. An image of a cypress tree, which looked alot like it, being struck by lightning on a black background comes to mind. Considering the environmental elements the tree faces daily, it was a nice to be able to appreciate it's beauty, and tenacity.
About now everyone was feeling very relaxed in the van. There were much laughter and jokes being thrown around. Uncle Mike was a laugh a minute with his vibrancy, and Jonathan cacks me up with his matter of fact comments. We had a quick stop at the golf house before heading off to find our hotel.
Once found we took some time out to refresh before heading out to dinner. We went off track venturing into a really cool candle shop which smelt absolutely divine, and found a restraunt, called The Fish Hopper Seafood and Steaks, which tempted us with Clam Chower samples - this is a well marketed restrauant, along with most things here in the States. I ordered a Salmon Steak served with vegetables and potato mash, and sat right along the window with the ocean views. Salmon is becoming a trend with me, perhaps I am missing my mum's weekly vingarette with garlic, corriander, and chilli salmon back home, and this is somehow making up for it.
On the way back to the hotel I started teaching Uncle Mike some Australian slang, such as 'chuck a right', and 'chuck a left', it was a laugh a minute. A nice way to end our evening together.
[Post: 21 May 2005]
Wednesday 11th May 2005 - Day 5
This is one of the most spectacular and memorable days I've had here in the States.
We begin the morning with breakfast at the cafe next to our hotel. $2.99 for pancakes served with bacon and eggs. Eggs can be cooked whatever way you like. I choose to have my eggs scrambled, how I usually like them. I also had an OJ. It's feels very much like your typical American breakfast. Filled with energy we all popped back into the van to continue our journey south to LA. Our next stop, Santa Barbara.
It isn't long before we make our car stops to enjoy some scenery. We don't even make it out of Monterey. Beginning our drive back along the coast, back to where we were yesterday, at the never ending flow of purple flowers lining the Pacific Ocean.
The view is slightly different from yesterday. It is the morning, as opposed to the late afternoon. The sky is much clearer, the tides have subsided, and the ocean is alot calmer. To top it off, the sun is gorgeously warm. Altogether, creating a contrasting mood from the one we had yesterday. Bright, and full of potential. Yesterday's condition created a more subdued, but dramatic mood, from the wind, and waves. So, naturally, we stop by for some photographs, with masses and masses of purple flowers filling up the backdrop.
We wander down a flight of stairs, and found ourselves among a mass of rock formations leading to the ocean. We do a bit of investigating, photo snapping before heading back up to the car. On the way back, while I was taking a photo of my Dad, I hear yells from the rest of the group. They've spotted a couple of dolphins catching some waves. I jump with excitement. Swimming with dolphins is one of my lifelong dreams. These animals have always fascinate me, and still do. Less so now, at times I use to wonder what my life would have been like if I pursued my interest, and spent my life working with these creatures.
We stop by a small beach. There is a platform where we see a small group of ladies doing morning yoga next to the ocean. Jon quickly disappears from the group finding himself a stand stone wall. Rock climbing has been his passion for the past 5 years, and he begins to spider, the wall - up and down, left and right.
Joy and I pick up our sandals/thongs, white haviannas for me, and abercrombie for her, dangle them on the edge of our fingers, and begin to edge our way to the ocean. We dip both our feet in, and feel the cool sensation overtake us among the warm morning sun. The water is crisp, refreshing and beautifully clear. I wouldn't have minded suiting up with the group of five nearby scuba divers, and investigate the secrets of the ocean.
I walk towards Jon, and assess the wall. I attempt to scale the wall, but thought it wiser not to, since I were wearing my jeans. I wander back towards the car, and find a bench. I lie down, sunglasses on, and enjoy the warmth of the sun on my face.
Back in the van, snacks are being thrown around. Jack Johnson is playing in the background, and everyone is in a good mood. Holiday mode has clicked in. My mum's packed of dried raspberry gets alot of air time. Everyone wants a piece of the action. They're small, they're tasty, and it doesn't hurt that they look good too. A nice plump red sweet berry, the size of a dime, also known as a one cent coin.
As we continue along the drive south along the west coast overlooking the ocean, the views continue to amaze me. The expansiveness of the ocean, the hills, the cliffs. We stop at a lookout to soak it all in, and take a couple of happy shots, and I take the front seat with Jon, taking the role of the DJ. First up, Usher's confessions album.
We make a second stop at the first of two arc bridges, that look directly down into the ocean from a height enough to make you go, wow. We take a picture for an Irish guy travelling solo around the world, and learn he'd recently visited Sydney, and continue to follow a similar route around the west and east coast of the States.
By midday, we arrive at Big Sur, a national park. While others stop by to use the bathroon, and buy icecream, I wander through the gift shop, and pick up for myself some postcards, bookmarks, and a pair of really cute, blue crafted, foil like earrings.
Resting outside, deciding what to do, I spot a big red oak tree. Discussion about the number of people it'll require to wrap around the trunk is thrown in the air, and to gain perspective Jon, my Mum, and I, outstrectch our arms around it. My Dad couldn't help, but see a picture moment. There is no hiding the enjoyment he's deriving from his new digital slr camera, which he bought especially for this trip.
We all get back into the van, and drive to the walk entrance. Upon entering the forrest, we are greeted by masses and masses of red oak trees, to our right, and to our left, with heights that reach the sky. The thickness of the trunk represents the age of the tree, some of them with ages reaching several centuries.
I get excited and start climbing on a trunk that's fallen, as we begin our bushwalk (otherwise known as a "hike" by the locals). The air is crisp, the temperature under the protection of the trees, with spots of sunshine creeping through the spaces, creates a cool, fresh, and relaxed mood. I love the array of colours found here. All sorts of tones of greens, and browns, with occasional spots of colour from wild flowers.
One of the memorable moments here, was when Joy asked to take a photo of Jon and I against the back drop of some baby oak trees. Jon and I stand side by side, and smile. After Joy takes the picture she laughs, and says, "you guys don't even look like you know each other". It was funny, being relatives and all, and naturally, becomes another in the list of growing ongoing jokes.
We had to take the alternate route to the waterfall, the more direct routed being closed, and after some hiking uphill we reach a crossroad. The left leading to a view of the valley, and the right to the waterfall. The walk up to this point reminded me very much of the walk Edwin M, Mares, Clive, Jon, Mike, Sharon, Squish, and I did on our roadtrip to Mudgee a couple of years ago. A light in the walk uphill, with occasional twists and turns as we ascended, low vegetation, and scrumbling among random rocks. The conditions, weather wise is quite similar as well. Perfect for a walk with nature.
After a walk downhill, we arrive at the waterfall. A black sparrow like bird, with an electric blue colour on it's back, catches my attention. It moves much like a sparrow - swiftly, though it's slightly bigger in size, and seem, by observation of it's movement, stronger, or perhaps it's more defined.
We spend a bit of time enjoying the waterfall, and the sound of water cascading over rocks creating a downflowing stream, before beginning our walk back the way we came to the car. Jon monkeys' around on a tree along the way, as we wait for our parents to catch up, and I walk along a fallen tree trunk to cross the stream we first passed at the entrance to the walk.
As we approached our van, Jon and Joy following close behind, walking to the right side, I shock myself by seeing the back door open, and I gasp, "oh my gosh, we left the door open!" My eye soon catches a man sitting in the driver seat, on the left and side, and as he begins laughing, I quickly realise I have the wrong van. Jon and Joy joins in the laughter, and as a sense of relief overcomes my realisation, I join in.
Back in the car, Jon suspects this isn't the waterfall his friend recommended. I also learn, neither Jon nor his family haven't been further than Monterey on Route One. On our way out, we see a random deer hoping through the trees. So far the day has been truly amazing.
Jon and I exchange an interesting dialogue. Someone offered me food, to which I replied, I wasn't hungry. The next words I spoke were directed at my Mum, asking for cranberries. Jon amused himself at my oxymoron.
Soon enough we discover the location of the much anticipated waterfall. God's timing, in our time here, was perfect.
The waterfall revealed all her beauty, pouring over a cliff onto the sand at the edge to the left side of the secluded beach. The rock formation to the left of the waterfall, leading to the ocean, shaped distinctly like a turtle, and we spot a couple of otters swimming among the foams, created by the waves as they smashed onto the rock face.
As I walked further along the track, created especially to enjoy the beauty from all possible angles, I found a seat, and took a moment to lie down, and rest my eyes. My mind smiled at all it was beholding. The day is still young.
What happened next was the high point of the day. A gift from God. Everything imaginable was, perfect.
Yells from a random man.
"Whales!"
Everyone props up with anticipation, and looks out, north west, into the ocean.
"Where!?!"
"It was really close. Did you see it? Right next to the cliff face!"
We wait, and scurry round the hand rail, all eyes out into the ocean. Jon is skeptical, though, soon enough we hear someone scream, "there it is!" My Mum and Dad sees it, Anna sees it. Jon sees it.
I miss it. They appeared to be heading north, so we all look north, no more than a couple of minutes later, which felt like a lifetime, we all see them! At first, what appears to be a larger, and small light greyish whale by it's right side. They were swimming possibly close to two to three hundred metres from the shore. It was amazing (I'm still amazed as I recall these moments). Seconds later, we spot a second pair! Fifty to one hundred metres from the first pair. We watched them, as they surfaced, and headed up north until we lost them over some rock formations.
It was amazing how close they were. I didn't comprehend it until I realised how far they were. We learn they were most likely to be Californian Grey Whales migrating north, and it being unusual for them to be travelling this late in the season. Though hearing about the late transition into spring in the States this year, and after experiencing from what I remember to be one of the warmest autumns in Sydney, it comes as no surprise.
Undeniably, we all leave thrilled, and the van fills with energy.
Stopping by at a popular look out point, where three old men were enjoying a picnic overlooking the ocean. We snack on a baguette, and oranges to keep us going. It's heading towards late afternoon, and we're thankful for the biggish breakfast we had.
Our drive continues, and in terms of distance, we're still a fair way from Santa Barbara. We stop by a motel town, to grab a late lunch. I wandered onto the grounds of the motel, and were again amazed at the views it offered. What a camp site! I think to myself, "wouldn't it be wonderful to have a houseparty here? Right among the splendor of God's creation." I smile as my mind quickly recall the memories created at easter houseparty back in March.
Lunch I share a soup with my Mum, and a fish sandwich, which ended up being a beer battered fish in mayo sauce. Not excaltly what I expected, but it was yummy. Anna and my Mum comes back with a Ben and Jerry's ice cream for me, and again, I had to refuse. One day, over these next few weeks.
Back on the road, finally on our way to our final destination. We estimate a few hour drive, arriving at around seven in the evening. Everyone begins to dose off, it's already been a big day. I continue to enjoy the views from the front as they revealed themselves as we rounded the hills.
Along the way, we notice a beach packed with elephant seals, and when I say packed, I mean packed, like sardines. We walked a three mile return trip to see about twenty odd yesterday, today we drove right up to hundreds! It was windy, so after a quick view I found myself back in the comforts of our van. Joy, Jon and Mike soon follow.
My Dad is filled with excitement. He absolutely loves them. He loved them so much he took photos of the photos owned by the volunteers yesterday. Joy, Jon and I have a laugh in the van. It appears the parents are enjoying the animals more than we were. We drive the van down a few hundred metres, meeting with Anna and my Mum, both encouraging us to see it for ourselves. Mike pops out to observe the second beach. Joy joked that we'll wait for his reaction before deciding whether it was worth stepping out into the wind. We didn't end up stepping out. My Dad, however, saw it all. He walked all the way to the second beach, and came back filled with excitement, and photos.
At a petrol stop, a new friend joins us, 'Reece', a plush animal shaped as an otter no larger than the palm of my hand. Reece got his name from the peanut crisp chocolates, an M&M like candy by Hershey. Jon had purchased a couple of packets, and 'Reece' became the first word that came to mind when a potential name was suggested. Soon enough Reece becomes a new member of the crew. I hang him on the zipper of my carry over bag.
Along the way, rummaging through Jon and Joy's CD collection Jon suggest I put in a CD listening to sounds of nature. It was literally direct recordings of rain water flowing, and wind blowing. I have a good chuckle, and try to distinguish between one track on rain, then another track on rain, and another. Rain sounded very much like, well, rain. Behind us, everyone else behind had been rocked to sleep.
Since we were running behind schedule, we had to skip our visit to the castle (Herste) on the hill. We saw it from a distance, and finally began our way to Santa Barbara, arriving just after seven. I started observing subtle differences.
By the time we find the main strip it's eight, and we wander the street downtown in search for dinner. We found an 'order at the counter' cafe. It was brightly lit, and had a nice display of cakes, tortes, and all things sweet. I ordered myself a chai tea (too big, and too sweet), and a quielldea (?) - a toasted tortilla sandwich with chicken, and vegetables melted over a light cheese. It was something new, so I thought I'd try it. It was worth it.
Dessert tempted us, and Joy and I share a rice pudding with pistascio and rasins, and a bread pudding. They were good. Especially the bread pudding. The right texture, and the right sweetness.
By now we were beat. I end the night at our hotel writing postcards.
[Post: 24 May 2005]
Thursday 12th May 2005 - Day 6
Last night, as we made our way back to the car, we parked outside a local bakery cafe shop, and tempted our eyes at the pastries sitting in the window - think freshly baked home made pecan pie, chocolate tortes... mmm. It wasn't a hard decision in deciding where we'll be having breakfast.
The place lived up to our expectations. What a feast of a breakfast! I'm wasn't feeling particularly well, my throat became slightly itchy overnight. Joy shares the same feeling, and we suspect it had something to do with the hotel room.
I order a rose tea, something I suspect would be soothing for my throat. For breakfast I had sourdough bread, served with a homemade marmalade type of jam, with mushroom and cheese omelette. It was a feast fit for breakfast lunch and dinner. Uncle Mike and Jon ordered the same dish, a piece of artwork created by bread, smoked salmon, and eggs. I still can't get the picture of their meal out of my mind.
After breakfast we did a wander down the main strip of Santa Barbara. Shops were yet to open, so we windowed shopped. Santa Barbara reminds me much of what I expected the US to be like. I purchase a dove shampoo, and did a wander into the local Boarders. The day was starting to warm up, and I was already starting to feel tired.
We begin our drive to LA, and I spend most of the trip asleep, conveniently waking up upon our arrival. Feeling a bit bedazzled, I begin to feel the vastness of LA city. After circling around for a bit, we find the place Jon had in mind to take us for lunch. Spanish food. We order sangria for the table, and I have for myself a salmon steak dish (again). It was nice to sit outside, in the shade, and soak up the fresh air. The area had a glebe like feel about it.
After a quick wander around the local shops we find our hotel and check in. I zonk out in bed, and remain that way until 8pm that evening. Mum and Dad came back around 9pm with some food for me, and news that they visited kodak theatre, and parts of hollywood. My stomach was eager to taste the chicken curry and rice, they got from a food market, along with fresh raspberries, and blackberries, which I devoured.
[Post: 7 June 2005]
Friday 13th May 2005 - Day 7
Well yesterday went by rather quickly. After a long day the day before, it was nice to take it slow. In other words. Sleep. I felt a lot better this morning, and much more refreshed to venture out and discover what LA had to offer. From the little I saw yesterday, LA felt like a mess of a big city.
On the way down to the lobby for breakfast, I stopped by Uncle Mike's, Anna, Joy and Jon's room. Upon opening the door I saw Uncle Mike trashing some pizza boxes that had been sitting on the table. He had ordered pizza last night for supper. After the meal my parents brought home for me, which was only a portion sample of what they actually had, I'm amazed he could still stomach a pizza that late in the evening.
Breakfast was all you can eat. They had toast, dry cereals, croissants, pastries, sausages, scrambled eggs, waffles, range of juices, coffee, teas, and a selection of jams. The decision was an easy one. Waffles!! I find enjoyment in the littlest things -- hahah, like pouring maple syrup into the squared sections of the waffles and watching it soak it all up. I made a mental note to remember to bring down the punnets of fat juicy raspberries and blackberries tomorrow morning so that I could have them with my waffles (again).
After breakfast we packed ourselves in the van and started making our way to Universal Studios, twenty minutes from the hotel. I remember the day when I first learnt about the existence of Universal Studios -- it must have been back in primary school while watching a special segment on Universal Studios on the young talent time program. All I could remember was a ride where a shark (namely jaws) came out of the water towards the crowd.
Soon enough, we arrive. The place is relatively quiet, but that's because we're early. Parking was a trial in and of itself. We had two options. Valet which costed something like three times as much but took you to the entrance of the park, or the self park and walk (approximately ten minute) option. We took the latter. Parking the van we made our way towards the park. After a few issues going up and down on the escalators trying to find our way out, we eventually found ourselves in the right place. Cinemas, shops, starbucks, restaurants is a sure sign we're on the right track. There was also a big screen playing music videos above the entrance to the cinemas, which gave the place a lively feeling. On top of that, the day was warm and sunny. The mood was set for a promising day.
We slowly wander and make our way towards Universal Studios. I have a chuckle to myself at the seemingly cheaper option to park and walk. Ten minutes could easily turn into forty minutes here, and the twenty dollar saving could easily become another sixty dollars on the credit card. Ahh you gotta love the marketing. Though admittedly it was nice to wander around and observe the products, and services the place offered.
Soon enough we arrive at the entrance of Universal Studios. While Uncle Mike and his crew happily organised the tickets, Dad, Mum, and I wander around for some typical camera attention seekers -- namely the fountain globe, the Universal Studios sign, and the red carpet.
At 9am we're in. Woo Hoo. We study the park map handed to us, and map out a plan as to how to attack the various rides and attractions. The main part of the park didn't open till 9:15 so a crowd of us waits until we get a call from above, and once we did the crowd scattered. Jon said he felt like a kid again. I could see what he meant.
We decide to head to the lower part of the park, stopping by the back to the future ride. We line up. We wait. We ride. It reminded me very much like the batman ride at Movie World in Brisbane, though slightly longer, and slightly more exciting. After the ride, we're buzzing. Everyone is relaxed, and filled with much anticipation.
We make our way down to the lower part of Universal Studios down three sets of escalators. The way down offered a great view of a part of LA city. On initial impressions, I thought it looked quite flat, and desert like. There wasn't much lushness.
We pass by statues of Apollo 13 and finally find ourselves outside of the Mummy 2 attraction, a mini indoor roller coaster ride. Mum and Anna wasn't keen on rollercoasters so they look after our belongings while the rest of us rush in, Jon and I leading the way. We wander through the dark turns that lead us towards the ride. The walls give the appearance of sandstone, and we're made to feel like we're wandering through lost dark pyramids. Dad, Mike and Joy lagged behind, so Jon and I while waiting for them, hid ourselves behind dark corners, joining the skeletons in stirring the fear inside those that walked pass us, and eventually scaring our family members. We all have a good laugh.
The way into the ride wasn't as long and drawn out as the back to the future ride. There was no need to set the context and shape a story. It was a rollercoaster, for the Mummy. It's purpose is simple. Thrill and scare.
That it did.
What a laugh. The ride was disappointingly short, but it was fun.
Next up. Jurassic Park, right opposite the Mummy. This time we're all in. As we entered the tall arch, to our left was a stand selling ponchos. I thought it was a bit out of place. It didn't look at all like it was going to rain at all today, if anything, it was starting to prove to be quite the opposite. Soon enough I would discover the reason for the ponchos.
The Jurassic Park ride is a water ride, firstly through a calm stream like river amongst an array of dinosaurs. The first bunch seemed friendly and docile, gradually becoming more threatening. Objects such as cars are soon given the illusion to fall on us, not surprisingly we get sprayed or splashed by water, depending on the cause of it. The ride ended with a near vertical drop, that got the adrenaline going. We all got wet to varying degrees. I thought the ride was well done. The most enjoyable so far.
TBC........
Snapshot of days following (to be elaborated, hopefully, sometime in the near future):
Snapshot of days following (to be elaborated, hopefully, sometime in the near future):
Saturday 14th May 2005 - Day 8
Leave for Las Vegas.... arrive in Las Vegas in mid afternoon....
Sunday 15th May 2005 - Day 9
Leave for the Grand Canyon, arrive in the mid afternoon... see the sunset....
Monday 16th May 2005 - Day 10
Up early for the sunrise.... breakfast... sleep.... watch imax.... begin drive to Las Vegas... arrive in early evening ... 6:30pm.. visit Las Vegas....
Tuesday 17th May 2005 - Day 11
Leave for Yosemite.... 10 hour drive.... Stop by bakerfield for an american cafe lunch...
Wednesday 18th May 2005 - Day 12
Yosemite... mirror lake... yosemite fall.... back mid-late afternoon.... shower... write postcards... read....
Thursday 19th May 2005 - Day 13
Breakfast.... see deers.... drive to bridalveil fall... begin drive back to San Fran.... stop at Livermore at Applebees for a late 3pm lunch.... arrive in San Fran international airport at 4:30pm.... home to rest.... watch the notebook...
Friday 20th May 2005 - Day 14
Rest at home.... Pier 31.... dinner, chinese
Saturday 21st May 2005 - Day 15
Downtown shopping with Joy.... rest.... watch how to lose a guy in ten days.. dinner singaporian.. watch hero with Jon...
Sunday 22nd May 2005 - Day 16
Outdoor climbing at castle rock with Jon.. waterfall climb, bouldering... dinner with Winnie and her family...
Monday 23rd May 2005 - Day 17
... day with Joy... Stonevalley Mall (?)... Dinner at cafe on the beach... Park ??.. try on bridesmaid dress on so so street.... Union square... dinner at cha cha spanish food with Joy and family .... family photos... final goodbyes..... love for God... evening at ken's...
Tuesday 24th May 2005 - Day 18
sleep in... yum cha with ku por & ken.... masses of photos taken... joy come and pick us up.... go to china town to pick up gingseng... visit mum's grandfather's brother at his shop - surprise visit, and organise dinner together.... downtown shopping.... dinner chinese..... last day together. final final goodbyes...... back at ken's to sleep....
Wednesday 25th May 2005 - Day 19
flight to new york...... arrive into new york in late afternoon... catch metro into downtown.... find hotel.... find dinner to eat..... rest....
Thursday 26th May 2005 - Day 20
American museum of natural history - fasinating... walk to gugenheim museum - closed... catch yellow taxi down fifth avenue - lots of fun, literally felt like the movies... visit rocketfella centre.... visit radio city - missed the tour.... walk towards empire state building... go up.... walk back to hotel on maddison square....
Friday 27th May 2005 - Day 21
ferry around manhattan island... visit intrepid museum... visit time square.. meet up with mum's long lost high school friend... go to china town for dinner.... walk through little italy...
Saturday 28th May 2005 - Day 22
out towards brooklyn with aunty who picks up us in the morning... have yum cha.... dad goes off to visit flushing meadows while the girls go shopping together.... visit aunty's older sister's home... jook for dinner.... visit aunty's home in queens.... home...
Sunday 29th May 2005 - Day 23
central park walk in morning... boat ride.... gugenheium museum.... radio city tour... rest till dinner time... read... dinner at korean rest....
Monday 30th May 2005 - Day 24
chai tea.... meet with aunty... catch metro to lower manhattan.... visit anglican church on wall st.... walk to ground zero.... loop back to wall st.... visit pier 17... walk to china town for lunch... coconut juice & 'dun dan goon' ie. egg popcorn from street vendor... train back to macy's... dad says goodbye to aunty.... shop.... have coffee at starbucks... shop..... meet dad at home at 7pm... dinner at macy's.... wander shops.... home rest.... pack...
Tuesday 31st May 2005 - Day 25
taxi to airport at 5:30am... flight to buffalo... slept.... hire car... drive to buffalo... book into hotel... sleep afternoon.... walk down to see the niagra falls.... almond mocha milkshake.... meet mum and dad's friends from their europe trip... stay in and sleep more and watch tv...
Wednesday 1st June 2005 - Day 26
visit the american side of niagra falls.... maid of the midst boat ride up to the bottom of canadian falls.... catch trolley to top of american falls observe the water toppling over.... top of the falls rest. for lunch.... observe from top of canadian falls.... falls of the wind tour. walk down the bottom of the american falls - totally spectacular! got drenched.... trolley to three sisters.... dip feet into water, and pour the refreshing water on my face and arms... aquarium visit see a seal show... home... feeling refreshed... go to starbucks order a chai tea and read.... dinner at a typical american family rest..... walk
Thursday 2nd June 2005 - Day 27
breakfast with beth and max... blueberry waffles... rest day... visit casino... walk back to hotel... meet squirrels... swim at hotel... lunch... sleep... dinner at chinese rest... walk back to american falls and view the falls with night lights, sunset.... back at hotel swim again.... pack... sleep...
Friday 3rd June 2005 - Day 28
up for 5:30 flight to chicago... sleep on flight... arrive and catch metro to chicago city... lunch at 10:30... japanese and berries (raspberry, blackberry and strawberry) yogurt shake... walk to park.... rest in park.... see photo fountains... walk towards sears towers, decide to far... rest in cafe.... search for internet... find supermarket.... walk in shopping mall... train back to airport.... flight delayed 2 hours to san fran.... arrive at san fran at 10pm local time.... flight to sydney delayed intially for 2 hours... then till 11am the next morning.... allocate hotel... feeling unwell....
Saturday 4th June 2005 - Day 29 & Sunday 5th June 2005 - Day 30
awake 6am.... breakfast 8am.... shuttle bus back to airport 9am.... check in airport... sleep in waiting area.... flight on time... fly off... 13 hr 40 min flight.... sleep... arrive in sydney 6:32pm local time... home by 8:30pm...
3 comments:
haha, thanks for the correction :)
i'm glad you enjoyed the read, it is hardly perfect. i wish i could be more descriptive. i'm not sure if my imagination could have made it all up. as for writing each day to the same degree... i guess we'll both have to wait and see.
i totally agree with Giz..
u definitely have a way with words Al... it's a gift... :)
but it's definitely wonderful reading about your adventures... makes me wish i could drop work tomorrow and go see the world too! :P
your words are already very descriptive.. and though they may not necessarily capture the poetic beauty of each scene, you have defintely encapsulated your emotions, joy and excitement at each new discovery... that is more than enough to convey and describe the beauty and glory of each scene which is more than captivating and entrancing for us readers... :)
Keep it up!!! :)
Dearest Alvina,
I'm also a fan! I love the way you can take a simple and seemingly insignificant moment and transform it into something so beautiful.
I'm thrilled to hear how much joy your experiences are bringing you...thank you for letting us share in it :)
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