Thursday, September 30, 2004
California Dreaming
I just swept into (okay, chugged. slowly, on a Greyhound bus) SF this evening.
First impressions.
Holy momma, this place is BIG.
And pretty.
And those were just the suburbs.
And then there were more suburbs. They're all set on hills, and they're brightly coloured and lovely to look at. Even the slummy bits are pretty.
After an eternity of suburbs the city proper began. And that is where I am now. It's not huge - probably slightly larger than Singapore's city centre, but it sure is tall, and... pretty. And everything's set on crazy slopes that could probably kill you if you missed your footing. Okay I exagerrate. You'd probably roll around for a bit before getting run over at a T junction by a police car.
Anyhow this place is amazing. Except for the fact that there is only ONE internet cafe in the entire city (growl) which I've spent all evening looking for. Okay, so I took a small detour to have some very good sukiyaki for dinner, and then I...
cough.
anyway.
LA is so not a place I would ever choose to live. But SF is without a doubt one of the bestest places (next to Sydney) that I have seen so far. Course I've only been here half an evening thus far... it's love at first sight I suppose.
LA memoirs - I stepped out of the train at Universal city, took one look at the shiny, forboding, ugly ugly ugly buildings and got back onto the train.
Managed to find my way to Santa Monica for a bit of sun (wow those beaches go on forever) contemplated wandering up to Malibu... but didn't (sorry Andrew) since time was ticking on, and wandered down the Santa Monica pier instead (wow. big. pathetic rides, but nice) then walked down the infinite beach to Venice, and Muscle beach, and marvelled at all the perfect brunettes (where have all the blondes gone??? whine) showing all their perfect curves on the beach. And there was some women there too. heh.
Man these people must make a life out of shaping themselves, men and women both. They have eight-packs. Women too.
I then wandered the canal network at Venice and was really disappointed. I mean sure they were pretty, but there was so little of them to see.
Today was spent on a greyhound bus marvelling at the terrain we crossed... so many different types. Dominated by rolling stonecut hills and valleys and gorges and gauches... i'm sure they don't compare to the grand canyon but they're beautiful nonetheless. And flying by high up on the cliffs in my bus, I could even make out (me, amateur geologist) all the "fresher" areas where the glaciers had carved out from the stone, over the ages.
Amazing.
And now I need to run. SF may be beautiful, but she sure goes to bed early. :( That's how it always is with women, innit. heh heh heh.
First impressions.
Holy momma, this place is BIG.
And pretty.
And those were just the suburbs.
And then there were more suburbs. They're all set on hills, and they're brightly coloured and lovely to look at. Even the slummy bits are pretty.
After an eternity of suburbs the city proper began. And that is where I am now. It's not huge - probably slightly larger than Singapore's city centre, but it sure is tall, and... pretty. And everything's set on crazy slopes that could probably kill you if you missed your footing. Okay I exagerrate. You'd probably roll around for a bit before getting run over at a T junction by a police car.
Anyhow this place is amazing. Except for the fact that there is only ONE internet cafe in the entire city (growl) which I've spent all evening looking for. Okay, so I took a small detour to have some very good sukiyaki for dinner, and then I...
cough.
anyway.
LA is so not a place I would ever choose to live. But SF is without a doubt one of the bestest places (next to Sydney) that I have seen so far. Course I've only been here half an evening thus far... it's love at first sight I suppose.
LA memoirs - I stepped out of the train at Universal city, took one look at the shiny, forboding, ugly ugly ugly buildings and got back onto the train.
Managed to find my way to Santa Monica for a bit of sun (wow those beaches go on forever) contemplated wandering up to Malibu... but didn't (sorry Andrew) since time was ticking on, and wandered down the Santa Monica pier instead (wow. big. pathetic rides, but nice) then walked down the infinite beach to Venice, and Muscle beach, and marvelled at all the perfect brunettes (where have all the blondes gone??? whine) showing all their perfect curves on the beach. And there was some women there too. heh.
Man these people must make a life out of shaping themselves, men and women both. They have eight-packs. Women too.
I then wandered the canal network at Venice and was really disappointed. I mean sure they were pretty, but there was so little of them to see.
Today was spent on a greyhound bus marvelling at the terrain we crossed... so many different types. Dominated by rolling stonecut hills and valleys and gorges and gauches... i'm sure they don't compare to the grand canyon but they're beautiful nonetheless. And flying by high up on the cliffs in my bus, I could even make out (me, amateur geologist) all the "fresher" areas where the glaciers had carved out from the stone, over the ages.
Amazing.
And now I need to run. SF may be beautiful, but she sure goes to bed early. :( That's how it always is with women, innit. heh heh heh.
