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Eki 2018 – Eyl 2025

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  • Would you like Wi-Fies with that

    13 Ekim 2018, Amerika Birleşik Devletleri ⋅ ☀️ 19 °C

    This blog kindly brought to you from a MacDonalds car park... their free wi-fi is the only nutritious thing they produce. Thank you MacDonalds, as long as people are eating your crap your producing Wi Fi.

    The RV company Cruise America where we had to pick up the vehicle is at Newark, about one and a half hours from downtown San Francisco. To get a taxi is expensive and because they can’t pick up fares from out of their area you have to pay for their return trip as well. Then there is in their words a “mandatory” tip of 30% so this is why Uber is so successful.
    A 30% tip on a two hundred dollars (US) fare, what!
    I don’t tip which is worse far for Americans than burning their flag. Instead I educate them on the importance of being awarded a decent wage and not relying on gratuities like some homeless panhandler and doing this will not lead down a certain path to communism.
    Any mention of communism sends them mental so any thoughts of tips are forgotten, job done.

    So instead we use Uber, now that’s a corporate lucky dip with drivers and fares if ever there was one.
    We booked a ride from our downtown hotel, The Oasis, some stinking dive as we yet again got sucked in by the it internet representation.
    Now here’s a good financial tip, buy shares in Getty Images they will soar because I reckon every flea bitten hovel on the web is using Getty pics to present their own property.

    Back at the Oasis we order a Uber to take us to Newark.
    Is this expecting too much to expect the driver to know our destination before taking the job? because the first one arrives and says “you go airport”. No we’re going to Newark like it is showing on you GPS mapped out right in front of you. So he says “no airport, I have flat tyre... you cancel job”.
    I say no way Jose and in this case that really was his name, you cancel. “no you cancel” says Jose because he doesn’t want to look bad with Uber. So I say YOU CANCEL! (caps indicate strength of voice) so he says “OK” and drives off with his flat tyre.

    The second driver arrives and says “airport”? No Newark! like it is showing mapped out on your iPhone GPS right in front of you “ not airport, you better cancel I think I’m getting a flat tyre” NO YOU CANCEL! NOW!! Me now frothing with a finger pointing in a dangerous direction, he quickly says “OK” and drives off with his maybe flat tyre.

    Third driver arrives, does not speak English, does not say anything. I look at his GPS it shows a route to Newark so we get in. Not one word is spoken at any stage, nothing about past or future flat tyres, eventually we arrive at Newark and unload at Cruise America.
    Now the thing about all this is each time Uber ordered a new driver a totally different fare was quoted by them for exactly the same trip with as much as $US40 difference between them. Luckily we scored the lowest one.

    It’s all good now, we get our RV, pretty much a new one.
    We load in all our stuff and it feels just like it did a year or so ago.
    Very excited we pull out onto a 12 lane highway, flatten it and head toward Los Angeles though that is not the destination so after a hour or so we turn off, go through rich Californian farmland where we buy fresh produce from road side stalls run by Mexicans then head East to Yosemite.
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  • The Big Easy (exit)

    11 Ekim 2018, Amerika Birleşik Devletleri ⋅ ⛅ 17 °C

    For someone who had a career putting lipstick on a pig you’d expect they’d be a little bit more wary of internet portrayals of a business especially if their website slideshow is overlaid with calming ambient music.
    But being sucked in we booked this hotel near the airport at Brisbane to get an easy start for our flight to San Francisco via Sydney.

    Now I’m not a complete idiot, I checked on Google maps to check the place was off any main highways so we wouldn’t be driven crazy with traffic noise.
    This proved successful because as we approached the hotel we saw parks all around and it was situated on a nice quiet street.
    Maybe a little too quiet, well thats what the local hoons thought because for them it made the perfect drag strip and that’s what we copped till they got bored at about three in the morning but then it turned out those surrounding parks were actually race tracks for horses like Ascot and so on.

    Now I don’t know what problem these horse people have with this getting up early business but that’s what they do just in time to take over from those dragster fools, so along they came with their damn banging, clanging horse float things, hundreds of them driving down our quiet street.

    Enough of this we decided to leave early for the airport so we would have plenty of time.
    Why bother Sydney Airport was hit with a massive storm so air traffic control delayed any aircraft on the east coast who hadn’t already taken off from doing so, so they could clear the backlog.
    Two hour delay at Brisbane, we only had an hour between the connecting flight to San Francisco.
    Now as I said, I’m not a complete idiot but with maths I am but even I could do the easy sums on this one and it wasn’t going to work. By this stage our original excitement had deflated a little.

    Good news at Sydney, the storm had delayed all flights so ours hadn’t left, we were fine.
    Bad news at Sydney the storm wasn’t the reason ours was delayed, something was wrong with a valve.
    Four hours later it was repaired but it had to be tested, an hour later we boarded but sat there for another hour because they had forgotten to refuel and the fact that we had been delayed for so long they had to get more meals.
    We sank lower in our seats thinking this is like the plane that never left, it was delayed by getting more meals, then getting more meals delayed it further so they had to get more meals then that delayed......enough this was what was going round in our heads and our original excitement was not only deflated but was like a plastic soccer ball that some old dog was chewing up down the backyard.

    We were down the back and I swear I heard the plane hit something as it was backing out but I was saying nothing, I didn’t care if half the tail section was missing we just wanted to get in the air.

    In the end the flight was great especially for a plane with no tail section and for once in my life I had a nice American border guard at customs which has led us to today where we have been touring “the streets of San Francisco.” and it has been really good.
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    8 Ekim 2018