Yesterday, when I was choosing photos from my time at UVA to use in my review of the Vosges Red Fire Bar, I had a bit of an idea. You see, I have a wealth of photos from my pre-blog travels, and it seems a bit of a waste to have them floundering about in the depths of my computer, all alone.
So what say you to some retrospective story-telling? My idea is for a series entitled “Let’s Do The Time Warp Again”, although I must apologise to my workmates for the fact that I growled/sang “it’s just a jump to the left” about forty seven hundred times in my office today. Anyhoodle, let me know if you’d be interested in more posts like this!
Hannah Goes To The USA, West Coast-style, in 2007
Halfway through 2007, I left Australia’s fair shores to embark on a year-long student exchange odyssey at UVA. First, though, I spent a month travelling around the West Coast.
In the land of the West Coast, I spotted many magical things…
For example, did you know that American boys in LA can fly? True story. This fellow zoomed right over my head and kept going until he landed in one of the spinning teacups in Disneyland. No, really. True story.
I wouldn’t lie to you.
Okay, that wasn’t a true story. But the flying boy story was, cross my heart.
In the spectacular land of the American West Coast, a packet of Sweet Maui Onion flavoured chips, a packet of Wasabi and Soy flavoured almonds, a faux-healthy vegan Maple Nut Clif Bar, and an even more faux-healthy Peanut Butter Cookie Luna Bar (with added calcium!) counts as a balanced breakfast when eaten in a hostel dormroom.
Those of you doubting my ability to eat all of these for breakfast in one sitting don’t know me very well.
On the left side of America (if you’re looking at the country from below like we do in Australia [me knows geography good]), there is a big hole in the ground. Some people, like me, think this hole is a pretty big deal. Others, like my tour company, clearly do not, because they allow you only one hour at the Grand Canyon but force you to spend six hours at factory outlets before and after visiting this hole in the ground.
Luckily for anyone who has ever had to spend from 6am to 1opm in a smelly bus on a “Grand Canyon” tour – a bus which breaks down for three hours in the middle of nowhere and subsequently plays Forrest Gump twice in a row – the famous burger chain In-N-Out stays open until late. For all your non-vegan, non-raw needs.
On the West Coast, burger buns magically transform into lettuce leaves. Not only does this leave you feeling hungry at 11pm, but you end up with strange sauces on your new factory-outlet skirt because lettuce is not a good drippy-drippy catcher.
Better than death-by-lion-licking is your typical American night time snack (with bonus clothes in the background! Remember, I took these photos with no intention to ever show anyone). Apparently 2007 Hannah ate more chips than chocolate. Silly 2007 Hannah.
There’s only one more thing you desperately need to know about West Coast Americans.