US Tour 2003
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Today has been a recovery day. So most of the day was spent
relaxing. I could write about how nice it was to relax, however that wouldn't
be interesting nor would it be true. Taking responsibility for what happens
next isn't normally easy. Firstly summoning the strength to get on, then
trying to determine what I'd actually like to do, then working out how
to go about it. At first I was a bit flummoxed because this is a car orientated
city so you can't just hop on a bus and go to the tourist information
centre. Larry had to wait in for people to turn up to do things, only
1 out of 3 came. Larry didn't want to call them for fear of upsetting
them, but eventually even he had to succumb and when he found they weren't
coming was reaching for his "I don't believe it button" in no
During the wait I got an Internet account set up and began
to feel a whole lot better e-mailing people. But as far as getting anything
organised there was the problem with transport and the more striking problem
of heat. Even though today was not one of the hottest it still felt like
putting your face in an oven as soon as you went out side. If you want
to know why cowboys walk slowly it's because they are trying to stay cool
as opposed to trying to be cool. Of course the answer to my problem was
partly staring me in the face, the computer. With it and the Internet
I could start to search out information about local tours and sights worth
visiting. The problem with doing searches for information on the net is
that it's all too easy to get waylaid, and there I was within minutes
reading about local criminals such as Billy The Kid, and recent Mafia
bosses, all of whom unfolded their lives in this viscinity-ish. So after
a hard days toil on the net I had a lot of information but sadly very
little on local touristy things.
I needed to get to the airport to sort out my ticket so
Larry offered me a lift, unfortunately as we drove there Larry's car decided
to go wrong again and within moments we were limping off the motorway.
Slowly, without air-conditioning and frequently stalling we persisted
on our journey. The words "so near and yet so far" upon our
Larry waited outside the airport while I dealt with the
tickets, the lines were long and queue jumping was not allowed, I know
because I asked. My leg was still sore from Graceland (honestly!!! What
don't you believe me?). Anyway the ticket got sorted and now I'm staying
in Phoenix until the 4th August, so maybe parts of the original plan may
The journey home from the Airport
The river in the centre sometimes goes as high as the banks where the
The mist dropping down on to the customers is outside air conditioning,
or a nerve gas that makes them think the food is good.
Trying out my night vision mode on my camera.
This secret night time hoser couldn't escape my super sexy night vision
All I did to this picture was crop it and intensify the colour and brightness,
et Voila an Edward Hopper painting look-alike. Eduard Hopper is one of
my favourite painters, he painted scenes from America during the early
and middle years of the last century.
As we drove back from the airport we desided to drive through a
Indian erm I mean Native American, sorry, district.
Rows of trees
Notice the feeling of an impending storm
Diotto last picture
More stormy skies ........ apparently I brought them with me from England.
Driving through America is like being subjected to a continuous set of
Oh it's getting stormier ..... I think you know where we're going don't
How poetic, almost verging on ironic, except this is the road where all
the car sales shops are.
So, ironically enough not ironic at all.
There's a cafe near me in London which has pictures like this on it's
wall. So this is dedicated to "The American Bar" in Fulham Broadway,
London, which mainly sells all American food such as kebabs.
I don't think they know how to spell "ESSO"
We then stopped at a restaurant called Mimmi's which is
one of the few buildings to look like a European type cottage. However
I soon discovered that it was only cosmetic because as soon as it started
to rain, water dripped on me from the leaking roof. Apparently whenever
it rains around here the garages are inundated with people who find their
windscreen wipers don't work. 1 inch of rain fell during this storm. Rain
in Phoenix is a spectator event. Even Larry who is used to rain got in
to the spirit of things and glared at his car wondering if he'd shut his
window properly. It was too wet to bother going to see.
Ooooh reminds me of home
So as you can see today was a bit of a wash out.