Archive for April, 2012
I first came across Frank Turner while living in a seedy (yet surprisingly upscale) apartment with two Parisian chess grifters, some Argentinian girls, and a garden possum near the “dirty half mile” of Kings Cross in Sydney. I didn’t know it at the time, but Turner could have written the soundtrack to the next 15 months of my traveling, crossing deserts, sleeping in airports and sailing down the coast. Turner has an amazing knack for capturing the human condition, and of writing honestly about a lot of the things I’ve thought and wish I’d said – to myself, my friends, and to the whole bloody world. As he showed last night at The Venue, he can still “wing” an awesome high octane whiskey fueled show… and all he needs is an acoustic guitar with a rambunctious crowd that keeps the shouts of whiskey flowing up on to the stage.
On an otherwise sunny day, Allison and I saw a cloud hovering above the Vancouver Art Gallery. It only appeared to be growing in size so we thought we’d go check out what was going on.
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Coachella didn’t disappoint, in fact this year was somehow even better than last year.
I didn’t lose anything (actually I found waldo), witnessed 2pacs resurrection and my friend Amy crocheted a bunch of us an amazing hand made beer coozies. All in all a great success. The music was pretty damn good too. I managed to get my camera in to the festival one night to take a few photos:
With a bit of time to kill between a friends wedding in San Diego and the first weekend of Coachella, I stopped off at Stone Brewery (best place in Southern California).
After I filled up a growler with 2 liters of Arrogant Bastard ale it was off to a trip around the Salton Sea… a bizarre inland sea that sits in the middle of the desert. The Sea was created by a flood in 1905, in which water from the Colorado River flowed into the area. It is now fed by delicious agricultural runoff.
At one point it was developed as a resort destination, but most of the shores have long since been abandoned, giving the whole place an eerie dead feel, reminiscent of a nuclear weapon testing range.
The beaches are littered with the skeletons of fish and shacks that have been desecrated over the years with uncontrolled sea level changes.
As motorbikes seemed to be the local vehicle of choice for getting around in SE Asia, I figured I’d pick one up and see what they were all about. Sure, I hadn’t ever ridden a motorbike before arriving in Saigon, you’ve gotta learn somehow. Now it might not have been the smartest decision to learn to ride a motorbike in one a busy unfamiliar city, especially considering I didn’t even realize the thing had a clutch until I was stalled in the middle of the street, but damn it was fun once it snapped in to gear. Unfortunately my plans to drive one up the entire coast to Hanoi were somewhat dashed by the onset of monsoon season, and consequently my camera didn’t come out very often, but here are a few photos from the trek from Saigon to Hanoi.