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  • Day50

    2nd train ride (Denver to Salt Lake)

    July 9, 2017 in the United States

    What a ride! Wasn't allowed to smoke for 9 hours, drove 15 hours, but the view was all worth it! And apparently mooning people in the train when you are on the lakes in the Rockies is a thing... even the Amish had a blast watching that.

  • Day15

    Salt Lake City, I Love You

    September 15 in the United States

    The train trip overnight across Nevada was the second strangest night sleep I've ever had in my life. The first strangest was my night in Hospital after being operated on - a surreal non-linear sequence of blips, clicks, aches, drugs, and the echoes of other patients. But sleeping on the California Zephyr involved being strapped into a capsule and listening to the train horn echoing across Nevada's flatness, while being jostled in the dark.
    So it wasn't exactly an auspicious start for me with Salt Lake City, waking up at 2.30am, disembarking, and getting ready to catch a taxi across town. I felt like a zombie, and the homeless people of SLC look like zombies too. A rude hotel clerk issued our keys, and we slumped into a stationary bed.
    But the next day it was clear: Salt Lake City is gorgeous. It's like Calvin's Geneva, but at the very tipping point of secularising: it's tidy, polite, judgemental, and wealthy, but it's tentatively ready to meet the world. The city itself is a marble and concrete advertisement for Mormonism - wide clean streets, no graffiti, elegant planning (streets run perfectly North/South, East/West, and are numbered), very little begging, drunkenness, or rudeness. The buildings are monumental - almost breathtakingly ostentatious. And the aesthetic is relentlessly Enlightenment: vases overflowing with flowers, Roman columns, gold leaf, statuary, not just as an aesthetic dividend meant to attract converts and reassure the doubters... but also as a historical negationism, meant to suggest that the European Legacy was Mormon, was always Mormon, that the Enlightenment and Mormonism are inextricable. This is bullshit, but here in Salt Lake City, it looks like truth. At least if the architecture is anything to go by.
    But the digital revolution has etherealised all of us, and these buildings don't have the same topographical power they used to. How will the Mormons colonise the internet, and what sort of pioneer myth can they insert into social media? I got the creeps, and found it all very cultish.
    But I still say I love Salt Lake City. The Museum of Natural History has an EXTRAORDINARY dinosaur exhibition, and is itself a masterpiece of architecture. The mountains and canyons that surround the city are breath-catching: steepness juts out of nowhere. The city is a good size, a good tempo, and very beautiful. We have caught a lot of Uber while here, and our Uber drivers, while all male, have been varied in terms of politics, ethnicity, life story - and they've all been interested in us.
    I'm still hearing Australian accents everywhere I go. I had hoped that there would've been a reprieve here, but there's no doubt that Aussies have money to burn and love to Getaway™. I'm just another Australian befouling the lobby with my diphthongs. Maaaaaayyyte. I'm rarely "the only Aussie" anywhere.
    Found myself a New Agey gay masseur here in SLC who was gorgeous, and gave a lovely kind of massage which had a lot of hugs in it. I wasn't used to it, but I couldn't help but wonder how many closeted gay Mormon guys live here that don't get any contact with other guys, and probably need a hug. At the end of the session, the masseur said "this kind of massage is Hawaiian." I thought: note to self: get a massage in Hawaii. Prepare to be held.
    Yesterday was utter shit. We popped a tyre, changed a tyre, burst another tyre, got a tow-truck, got angry, had a sulk. I suggested we give up on cars all together and just go from Salt Lake City to Dallas in a couple of days. Stu was adamant that we see the Grand Canyon, so I acquiesced, but I can't help but wonder how much of my suggestion was self-serving because I don't want to leave this incredible place. I haven't had time to sketch even ONE TENTH of the things I wanted to see.
    Today made everything better though, because I got to meet a friend from the internet whom I knew from Twitter and Medium: Micah. He and his husband were so impressive it would've been intimidating had it not been for the fact that they both had superb manners. (Is that a Mormon thing?) They were definitely a Power Couple: smart, athletic, well-regarded, and kind. I didn't envy them, but was definitely awed. It's lovely to have a back-and-forth comment relationship with someone which turns into a real friendship, with actual hugs.
    Anyway, tomorrow morning we leave, onward ever onward. I am tired of travelling. I want to sit still. I don't understand why I have to go so many places. If I go into a crowded room, I don't want to meet every single damn person in that room. I want to meet the two or three people who I can connect with. If I go to a buffet, I don't want to try every damn dessert - I want an interesting one, with maybe a bite of another. That's how I guess I feel about travel - I want intimacy, not a wide acquaintance. I'm a Satisficer!
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  • Day15

    Is There A Mormon In The House?

    September 15 in the United States

    So what do you first think of when you hear the name of the city, Salt Lake City? I know what it is for me. It's not surrounding mountains, it's not wide flat Utah plains, it's not the University and it's not the architecture. Yep, if you're anything like me, you think of Mormons.

    But we'll get to the Mormons.

    Chris and I arrived here at 2.45am on the train. Half asleep, but bizarrely awake and interested, we caught a taxi into our hotel. The Little America hotel is anything but little. It is large, sprawling, goes up and out forever and has a foyer that is pure opulence. The foyer itself is as big as a football field, containing numerous plush lounge suites and polished timber tables for the lollabout guest to lounge in or wait.

    The girl at the desk on our arrival was a little crisp, I must say, but not as icy as the girl yesterday, when I asked for another room key as I had misplaced the first. Whether she took a look at Chris and then me, and then did a Mormon double-take, I cannot guess, but we have essentially stayed away from the front desk. The rest of the staff have been wonderful, especially the Latinos who have always gone out of their way to be helpful.

    However, one night, I desperately wanted a beer, so asked a passing Latino uniformed fellow.
    "Excuse me, do you have a bar in the hotel?"
    "A bar room" ?
    "Yes a bar room".
    "Yes sir, we have three. Just go to the end of the foyer and turn left and you will find them down there". "Thank you so much. Have a good night" and off I sauntered to my pick of three bar rooms. As I walked down the length of the corridor, I could see no signs of bar life nor sounds of bar revelry. It was then that it came to me. I looked at the signs.
    Ball room 1. Ball room 2. Ball room 3.
    PS. I did find the bar.

    The Little America Hotel I understand, is owned by some tycoon family or enterprise that has them all over the country. But here in SLC, they also own another hotel directly across the road from the Little America. The Grand America is like nothing I've seen before. For those of you who remember the old Commonwealth Bank money boxes that were shaped like the Sydney branch, that is what the Grand America looks like, only bigger and well, grander. It towers into the sky, this great monolithic oblong. It has a small dome on top and atop that, a giant American flag that is so high up, it flies proudly all the time. This building is opulence turned up to off the scale. The shape, the columns, the colour, the sheer physical presence says, "Hello world. I am America. I am great. I am powerful. I am majestic. I am beautiful. You cannot help but gaze upon my splendour." Thoughts of Shelley's Ozymandias have kept winging their way into my consciousness all week every time I see this thing.

    "My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;

    Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!"

    Well you all know the ending of Shelley's poem. If you don't, look it up, it's a great ending. The Grand America can be seen from any point in the city. Which was always quite helpful for us, as it gave us our 'true north' as it were, and got us home each time.

    On the first day's adventure, we went to the incredible Museum of Natural History. Now think Opera House in terms of impressive architectural structure. This multi mezzanined edifice that also seemed to be cantilevered had vast halls inside that would make Thror son of Thrain and the other dwarves of Erebor stand up and applaud. The Museum had a wonderful collection and is incredibly interactive but the dinosaur collection was to die for. They certainly did. Just a little dinosaur joke there for those of you who were watching. They had everything from the littluns to the really bigguns. Notice my dinosaur taxonomy is right up there with the best. I was recently told I should have become a paleontologist. Of course, no museum or art gallery is complete without a visit to the gift shop, which of course we did, and may have bought a thingy or two.

    The following day, we decided to take a drive in the mountains. SLC is a famous gateway for the snow and skiing. Park City is on the mountains near it, one of the world's most famous ski resorts. Driving up there through these sheer cliffs and mountain streams, mountains rising up right before you, you felt like you were on top of the world. It was an unforgetable experience.

    Unfortunately, so was the flat tyre I managed to get us up in those mountains. We had come through Guardsman's Pass, a steep and quite terrifying drive, and were coming back down the other side to go through Park City when I allowed the car to veer somewhat to the right near the walls of the ridge, as the camber of the road was weird and dificult. I thought I was playing it safe. Safe? Not so much. Stupid, much better.

    The rear tyre punctured on a bit of limestone, the car signalled that the Romulans were attacking and I brought the ship to a stand-still, all power re-routed to shields and life support. Now in truth, I have not changed a tyre in over 30 years, but I was sure that I could remember how to do it. Chris had never changed one. But down to it we got and had the wheel off after sensibly chocking the other front and rear tyres first. It was actually a bit of a nightmare. This is a steep mountain pass and we were high up in it. Anyway, "oh frabjous day, calloo callay" we got the spare on and limped home. We did take some lovely pics and a few vids while up there.

    That night, we had decided to return the car to the airport and pick up a replacement. But we thought we would stop and have something to eat first in the city. As luck would have it, as I drove the vehicle down into an underground carpark, I hit the front tyre on a piece of concrete sticking out somewhat, a piece of concrete I still have not seen. It shredded the front tyre, I swore ferociously at msyelf and my utter ineptness, an increasing profound sense of shame descending upon me by the second. To count and just to make sure you didn't miss anything, I have now destroyed two tyres on the same day. There is no spare to put on the front. It is already on the back! Oh God! Oh God!

    I have been driving since I was 17 years old and have never caused an accident. And here in America, the last I see of the nice Hyundai Elantra was it being hauled up onto the back of a tow truck and towed away. The stress of this was something shocking. The humiliation was even worse. The man couldn't fit the tow truck in the underground carpark so had to drive it up on its three wheels. Oh God! I toyed with leaving this out of my account, but ahhh, who cares, that was yesterday.

    Today, we had the glorious opportunity of meeting up with one of Chris' online pals and his husband. These guys are such lovely men. They took us to lunch, which after yesterday's commpete fiasco, was just such a sweet salve. We laughed a lot and talked politics and countries and each others' reltionships. Chris had done an original art work for his friend. It was an absolutely stunning piece of art. I was very proud of him. His friend was so touched, he was speechless at first. So the four of us will stay in touch and hopefully in each other's lives. Thank you Micah and Jason.

    So, the Mormons. I understand that about 40% of SLC is Mormon. I have spent the entire time here every time I spoke with someone, an Uber driver, the laundry lady, the hotel staff, thinking, "Are you a Mormon? Are you a Mormon? Are you a Mormon? Of course, I'm not crass enough to have actually asked, but I have wondered.

    We went to the Mormon Temple tonight. It is a beautiful building to be sure, but I felt uneasy there as did Chris. From their early beginnings with their whole pioneer mythos, they have built this worldwide churrch that is super exclusive, super orthodox and super rich. SLC around Temple Square reeks of money. Lots of people leave the Church, as it's known here, to find lives outside that narrow worldview, as have many Christians from other stultifying denominations. I decided to record a smal vid that would be posted on my book's Facebook page, which I did. It's just a short encouragment to gay LDS people, as many of them read my book and made contact over the years. So, it's on the Being Gay Being Christian Facebook page if you want to take a look.

    Salt Lake City is beautiful. Wide streets, no graffiti, little homelessness, no drunkeness - Utah liquor laws are strict - it would be a nice place to live. It gets heaps of snow in the winter. The cinema is plush with recliners - we sat and watched The Predator two nights ago - don't bother! The people are friendly and the whole place feels safe. The Church does seem to superimpose itself over the city, commercially, politically, religiously, but if you were not a part of all that, SLC has a lot to offer. I made two new great friends here and would be happy to come back one day. Till next.
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  • Day35

    Salt Lake City

    August 6 in the United States

    Tonight we are in Salt Lake City. We caught the train in from our hotel to look at the Mormon Temple gardens. The gardens are lovely and such a nice place to explore in the early evening when the temperature is still 30 degrees.
    Everything was closed in the city as it is Sunday here, but the city is very clean and has a safe feel to it despite us being asked for money several times at the station. The shops look great but unfortunately we leave at 7:45am tomorrow so no time for shopping.Read more

  • Day3

    Packsize USA

    September 10 in the United States

    Heute war ich zum ersten mal im Hauptsitz unserer Firma. Imponierend, amerikanisch, und die Leute sind überaus nett und hilfbereit.

  • Day7

    Tag 9 - Bryce Canyon- Salt Lake City

    July 13, 2017 in the United States

    Am Morgen ging es zum Bryce Canyon erst einmal zu einer Ausichtsplattform von dort hatte man einen wunderschönen Blick über die orangfarbenden Felsformationen- echt beeindruckend. Anschließend sind wir zur nächsten Plattform gefahren und von dort aus konnten wir einem kleinen Wanderweg nahe der Klippe folgen. Das ist echt unglaublich anzusehen obwohl ich feststellen musste das wandern so nah am Abgrund nicht meins ist😕.
    Dann ging es 436 km weiter nach Salt Lake City. Zuerst haben wir das Regierungsgebäude angeschaut und wollten dem Govaneur noch einen Besuch abstatten aber leider war er nicht im Hause. Man darf auch einfach so in Gebäude bzw. in sein Arbeitszimmer laufen ohne besondere Sicherheitsvorkehrungen.

    Am Abend gab es dann noch einen Rundgang auf dem Gelände des Mormonentempels. In den Tempel durfte man als Besucher allerdings nicht- nur als Gläubiger. Anschließend konnten wir uns noch die Proben des Mormonenchors anhören, was schon echt beeindruckend war.
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  • Day1

    Salt Lake City

    February 3, 2016 in the United States

    Tag 3: Wir kamen aus Chicago kommend und steuerten Mit dem Flieger Salt Lake City an. Im Landesnflug sah man über weite Strecken einen riesigen Salzsee. (Salt Lake City= Salz See Stadt)

    Wir sind gelandet und holten unser Gepäck ab bevor wir in die Straßenbahn ins Zentrum von Salt Lake City nahmen.

    Zunächst einmal wieso Salt Lake City auf dieser Reise? Es standen noch zur auswahl Denver, Dallas, Phoenix oder Miami. Wir beide fanden den Namen der Stadt reißend. Außerdem hatte mein Vater im Kopf dass die Winterdpiele 2002 in Salt Lake City waren. Naja weiter zum Bericht.

    Wir stiegen aus an der "Arena". Eine riesige Konzerthalle und Sportspielstätte der Basketball Manschaft "Uhjas" (Nba). Wir fanden das Motel auch recht schnell. Es war ein Typisches Amerikanisches Motel so wie man es aus Hollywood Filmen kannte. Das Gepäck wurde in den Zimmern abgestellt und wir liefen in die Stadt (1min).

    Das erste was wir sahen war ein riesiger "Palast". Der sogenannte "Mormonen Tempel". Das ist ein Tempel in den junge Frauen zwischen 28 und 25 Jahren wohnen. Jedoch sind diese Frauen Botschtlerinnen. Über 90 versch. NATIONEN waren/ sind vertreten. Man wurde auch von jeder "Mormone" begrüßt und man wurde gefragt wie es einem geht. Klingt gruselig ich weiß aber mein Vater und ich dachten erst das dies Tussis seien die mich anmachen. Wir haben darauf Tränen im nachhinein gelacht als wir wussten was diese Anlage ist.

    Weiter gings in ein Kaufhaus. Es war sehr groß und modern gebaut. Wir einigten uns dass wir erst etwas kaufen wenn es dunkel ist . Danach liefen wir die Hauptstraße entlang auf der Suche nach einer weiteren Attraktion. Nachdem wir aber 10km gelaufen sind aber bis auf Wohnblöcke und Burgerrestsurants nichts fanden fragten wir einen Einwohner. Dieser sagte das es bis auf die Kirche nichts gibt in salt lake city. Die meisten Menschen kommen hierher um Ski zu fahren sagte er weiter. Wir fingen das an zu realisieren und liefen zurück ins Kaufhaus. Wir störberten die Geschäfte durch. Aber die Zeit wollte nicht vergehen.

    Wir machten um 5 Uhr Nachmittags rast auf einer Couch in einem Geschäft. Keiner wusste von uns wie wir die nächsten beiden Tage hier überleben sollen. Es gab einfsch nichts außer Berge am Horizont. Mein Vater schlug vor den Flug ein Tag früher zu verlegen ... aber das ging nicht mehr. Mhh stille kam über uns.

    Dann bekam mein Vater die Idee, warum Raven nicht mit nach Lad Vegas käme. Anfangs war ich garnicht begeistert aber am Ende fragte ich sie. Raven sagte zu und nun war klar das wir uns in 2 Tagen wieder in Vegas sehen würden.

    Nachdem wir das geklärt haben liefen wir zurück zum Hotel und legten uns gegen 8 schon aufs Ohr.

    Der nächste Tag verlief genauso. Wir liefen durch Wohnblöcke, und Industriegebiete fanden aber nichts.

    Fazit Salt Lake City: 2Millionen Menschen wohnen im Einzugsgebiet. Die Stadt ist mit Darmstadt zu vergleichen. Liegt an keinem See. Viele Industriestrassen aber auch viele leerstehenden Geböude. Wenn man Metropolen wie San Francisco, Los Angeles usw. kennt ist man ein wenig verwöhnt und findet diese Stadt langweilig. Die Aussicht auf die Panorama Bergette ist aber trotzdem Gigsntisch
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  • Day4

    Salt Lake City

    June 20, 2017 in the United States

    Utah is pretty sparse on I15 North until you get within 25 minutes or so of Salt Lake City. Then civilization hits you like a brick!

    We ate lunch at a beautiful mall just across the street from Temple Square. Call us bad, but Chick-fil-A was freaking good!

You might also know this place by the following names:

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