Of course, when I said I’d get better about posting these, I actually meant worse.
Turns out Bourbon Street isn’t so bad at night, after a full afternoon of drinking with new friends. It’s definitely an experience everyone should have at least once, but that heavy partying scene isn’t really for me.
Travel day. Early bus out of New Orleans to Austin, with a connection in Houston. Got in pretty late.
Austin is wonderful. It’s just a chill, laid back kind of place. The weather is nice, it’s clean, there are parks, galleries and trendy bars. I’m kind of glad I missed SXSW, because I think I’m too old for festivals (but ask me again after I go to GTM Bendigo next month).
I checked out the Mexic-arte Museum, which celebrates art by Lantinx artists. It’s a cool little place, well worth price of entry.
Today I made the trek to Castle Hill Graffiti Park, which was pretty cool. A lot of it is just kind of a mess of people tagging on top of each other, but there was some seriously cool art. Apparently it’s scheduled to be demolished and relocated soon, so I’m glad I saw the original.
Also, Austin is home to the largest urban bat colony in the world. So just after sunset you can see them emerge from under the Congress Bridge. There’s a viewing area set up and everything.
Travel day. And it was a doozy. All through the night until…
The reason we’re all here. Because to get where we’re going, there’s one place we’ve got to go past. And you can’t go the wrong way, because who knows where you’ll end up?
I am of course referring to this blog’s namesake, That Left Turn At Albuquerque. Bane of the early trans-continental traveller’s existence, and subject of one of Bugs Bunny’s lesser known catchphrases.
Albuquerque is a pretty cool little city, and their zoo is impressive for the size of the place. I can see why Weird Al wrote that one song about it.
Travel day. This time I traded in the slow, quiet atmosphere in Albuquerque for the bright lights of Las Vegas.
But the Strip was going to have to wait, because I had a bucket list item to tick off.
I’ll admit, until now, I’d looked at pictures of the Grand Canyon, and just shrugged. It’s a hole in the ground. It looks pretty cool, but is it really a ‘Wonder’?
Well, I’m here to say, no pictures do it justice. No picture can really depict the sheer scale of the canyon. Can’t capture the array of colours in the rock. Can’t convey the awe-inspiring feeling of just how small we really are compared to the world.
Go to the Grand Canyon y’all. If you only ever go to one of the places I’ve told you about, make it this one.
I’m not a gambler. The entire sex industry really creeps me out (but hey, do whatever you want with your own body). And I’m not into drinking on my own. So really, Las Vegas didn’t have much to offer me.
I hit the buffet at the MGM Grand in the morning, and couldn’t really move again until the sun went down. I walked the Sunset Strip, and watched the Bellagio Fountain for hours (and got pretty close to the actual Stanley Cup while they were shooting promo videos for the upcoming NHL Playoffs).
Las Vegas is definitely a spectacle, but if I was to come back, it would have to be with other people.
Which brings us to today, which was another travel day. I left Vegas in the morning, and despite my bus being in a minor accident somewhere near San Bernardino, I am now in Anaheim, within walking distance of the Happiest Place On Earth, Disneyland.
Depending on how tight my LA hostel is with letting me use their facilities after I check out, my last diary might actually be written after I get home. Unless I shock everyone and write one that’s just about Disney. Which is probably the only thing that could improve my post rate.