Upon Reflection / by 3.1

I seem to be doing really badly on the whole blogging front. This may change, but part of the problem is that my schedule these last three months has been pretty crazy, what with work, hospital appointments (and an operation), a bit of travel thrown in (transatlantic and domestic), and then going back to work, only to go back into studying. Again.

I'll throw in a couple of pictures (for those of you that don't follow me on Instagram/Twitter/Flickr, in that order) to cover the travel front. Perhaps I'll write up about it, but then I haven't written up about our trip to Cornwall earlier on in the year. I don't actually know where all the time goes.

Anyway – we flew into Seattle, Washington. It took forever, and it was pissing down so hard with rain that the pilot had to land a different way to what he'd originally planned, which meant the flight took even longer. But then we had two days of glorious blue skies:

Downtown Seattle and the Space Needle, seen from Lake Union

Downtown Seattle and the Space Needle, seen from Lake Union

Sitting in the Sky City Restaurant at the top of the Space Needle, with a view of Seattle and Mount Rainier in the distance

Sitting in the Sky City Restaurant at the top of the Space Needle, with a view of Seattle and Mount Rainier in the distance

Managed to avoid death by a day or two. From Seattle, we hitched a ride on an Amtrak train, traveling along the West Coast for a whole day, arriving in California state the following morning, and getting off the train at a place called Emeryville, where we caught a bus over the Bay Bridge to head into San Francisco:

Fisherman's Wharf, San Francisco

Fisherman's Wharf, San Francisco

I didn't realise that cannabis is legal in the California state. Everybody smokes it. It's pretty much all you smell. Everywhere. And loads of people just wander around asking for money to buy weed. San Francisco was just full of smells and colours and things. It's like New York City, but without the subway system or the pushy, shouty, angry arseholes, and about ten times better and more exciting:

In the amazing Exploratorium

In the amazing Exploratorium

Did all the touristy things, like visit Alcatraz and riding the cable cars everywhere. Oh – and we walked over the Golden Gate Bridge in the fog, which was pretty mental:

The Golden Gate Bridge, as seen from Fort Point

The Golden Gate Bridge, as seen from Fort Point

Awesome times. Journey of self-discovery and all that clichéd horse crap. As I always say; taking yourself far away from home forces you to think a little bit differently about life and what's important to you.

Maybe I'll write properly about it all soon, though as I mentioned earlier; I've gone back to university (on the side, and I'm studying for a DipHe in Railway Operations Management) and applied for a couple of jobs, and both of those things are taking up what's left of my writing abilities.

(Plus I'm too busy trying to enjoy what's left of my life. Because I'm not going to be around forever.)

Scan 1 copy.jpeg