After SF I caught the train down to LA and then hired a car (a Hyundai… did you know that Americans pronounce it “hunday”) and drove to Las Vegas.
In Vegas I did the usual Vegas things… shopped in the casinos, ate in the casinos, drank in the casinos, gambled in the casinos, solicited outside of the casinos and married a stranger.*
It’s a strange town. The strip is all bright and shiny and over the top and everything is absolutely huge. Off the strip it’s the complete opposite. Strange place.
After a couple of days I hopped back in the Hunday and drove to the Grand Canyon. I broke Celine (the tent) out again and did some hiking, a lot of staring into the canyon and took a lot of photos. It truly is all that and a bag of chips.
After the Canyon I stopped in Vegas again on the way back to LA to break up the driving and spent the afternoon at the pool at Ceasars - using my new blonde hair to my advantage to get myself in without being a guest.
Then it was back to LA to do the big yucky pack and some last minute shopping.
So now I’m home and feeling hugely refreshed after what essentially feels like 10 holidays.
This will be the last update because it’s back to real life with me… although perhaps with an interstate move…
Thanks for reading!
*I might be lying here.
I’m playing catch up a bit….
I was keen to see San Francisco as so many people rave about it and it was a fun and pretty city – sort of like if Greenwich Village and Sydney ever combined (waterfront, architecture, alternative culture etc).
Here’s what happened:
Went to Fishermen’s Warf and Pier 39 like all the good tourists. Fishermen’s Warf is essentially a boardwalk with overpriced restaurants and tourist shops and Pier 39 is next to it where Sea Lions have taken over a pontoon. Sea Lions are awesome but they stink.
I hiked up Coit (yes, it is pronounced the same as the vulgar slang word…) Tower to get a vista over the whole city.
I visited the painted ladies and pretended I was in Full House.
I made a friend (Hi Marcia!) and we went to a really confusing pub crawl, did the Alcatraz tour (which was actually really good) and visited the Golden Gate bridge and the fort beneath it.
I got a headcold and it made me sooky.
All up though it was a nice little stop on the way down the west coast (although quite cold!)
My feminine charms have been impressive enough to get me an exit row window seat (but they’re never good enough to get me upgraded). See you soon peeps!