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  • Day102

    Route 66: Amarillo

    September 21 in the United States

    Heute hatten wir ein bisschen mehr Strecke vor uns und sind daher relativ früh aufgebrochen. Der Himmel sieht heute morgen doch schon wieder viel einladender aus als die Tage zuvor.

    Nach ca. 400 km sieht es allerdings wieder nicht so schön aus und es fängt an zu regnen. Wir fahren ran, ziehen unsere Regenklamotten an und weiter geht es.

    Kurz vor Amarillo machen wir noch einmal Halt, um uns die Cadillac Ranch anzugucken. Die Ranch besteht eigentlich nur aus 10 ausgeschlachteten Cadillacs, welche zum einem Drittel in die Erde gesteckt wurden und mittlerweile mehr aus Farbe als aus Metall bestehen, da sie jederzeit mit Graffiti besprüht werden dürfen. Die Cadillacs sollen wohl die Modelle der unterschiedlichen Jahrgänge darstellen, welchen an den verschiedenen Formen der Kotflügel auszumachen sind, allerdings ist hier aufgrund der vielen Farbe kaum noch ein Unterschied zu erkennen.

    Weiter geht es in unser Motel und mal wieder zu einem Mexikaner um uns für den nächsten Tag zu stärken.
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  • Day22

    Towering Inferno, Waterworld, West Wing

    September 22 in the United States

    It's nice to stay somewhere air-conditioned when you're in Dallas at this time of year. It's hot and steamy and there are storms always threatening, some of which appear, some of which don't. And so it was that Chris and I settled into the Sheraton, an older, but gloriously older, hotel in the downtown. They gave us a room on the 31st floor, second from the top, from which we had sweeping views of this part of the city. Come midnight, we were still up, talking, responding to socials, I was tweeting correctives to Lyle Shelton (what can I say), both awaiting the long day's travel to finally hit us and the sleep train arrive. It did, just after 12 of the clock.

    At 2.15, we were suddenly awoken by an alarm in our room, a god-awful low sounding howl, punctuated by a human voice that said calmly but incessantly, "Please leave your room. Go to the lobby. Do not use the elevators. Leave immediately. This is an emergency". We both jumped out of our skin at the first sound of the alarm. Chris screamed. I think I did too. We jumped out of bed, processed the message, realised we were in an evacuation and started to pull some clothes on and shoes. We grabbed our personal bags, I grabbed my watch and wedding ring too and headed for the door. I had not had time to put socks on, so I was shod in my shoes only, with no orthotics that I usually wear. Our revestment went all the while to the frightening strains of this man telling us to get out. Trying to tie the laces on my second shoe, my hands started to shake and I was fumblling badly.

    Outside in the hallway, we heard others on our floor, but saw no-one at first. We headed down the hallway, trying to find the stairwell. Around a corner or two, we finally came across it. The whole time we were searching for it, we could hear the siren and the message. It was absolutely terrifying. We were both scared half out of our wits. I am old enough to have watched and been terrified at the 1974 movie The Towering Inferno, where a high-rise in San Francisco goes up in flames and residents are trapped on the upper floors to burn to death. But at the Sheraton, there was no Paul Newman or Steve McQueen to save us. We were on our own.

    We headed into the stairwell and started what can only be described as the most surreal experience of my life. We were both shaking but descending the steps. There were 62 flights to get down. Gripping the railings as we went to steady ourselves from falling. Some older dude either on our floor or Floor 32 came hurtling past us. We were in his way, but he was determined to get down out of this building, so "excuse me" and we let him pass. "Hmm," I thought, "save yourself buddy". We just kept on going and going, flight after flight after flight. By about ten flights down, I realised that my two big toes were being pressed into the side of their respective shoes in such a way as to abraid them. "O God," I thought, "I'm getting blisters". But it was blisters or possible death, so I pressed on, my feet absolutely killing me. We both stayed relatively calm. We could hear fire engines outside the building speeding toward us and parking. But we managed to just concentrate on the task at hand. Flight 15, flight 16, flight 17 and on wards, down and down and down. VERY scary!

    Two people joined us somewhere on the journey down, so for the last third, there were four of us. A man and a young woman, who were not together. They had both come from 32. Eventually, we got to the bottom and opened a barred door and we found ourselves out on the street in the bucketing down rain. Confused as to where we were in relation to the building entrance, for the Sheraton Dallas has three towers, we ended up following the fellow who got it right and got us around to the entrance and lobby. As we entered, the fire engines were driving away and a young girl from the hotel said in THE most cavalier fashion you could possibly muster, "Don't worry, false alarm, just a leak set it off". The four of us just looked at her, hearts racing, panting from hurtling down a skyscraper, adrenalin pumping, calf muscles already painful, wet and dripping somewhat, as if she had murdered our grandmothers and cut them up with an axe. A leak? That was it?

    We got ourselves up to the lobby, on the second floor, to be greeted by Robin, who was very kind, thoughtful, offered us water and a sit down, and some reassurance, but the rest of the hotel staff, clearly not in charge, were just lolling about laughing among themselves. Another man and his wife came in just after us and we found out they were also on the 31st floor, in fact two doors from us, and they had just done the same thing. They were older than us, the wife, not the fittest and rather a big woman. If we struggled, they struggled even more.

    After some solidarity of our shared experience, we went back up in the lift to the 31st floor and had to process what had happened. It was 3am. We were wide awake and drowning in incredulity. I said to Chris that tomorrow morning, we would ask for another room, something lower down, and perhaps something a smidge bigger as there was only one chair.

    We did fall asleep eventually and woke this morning full of promise, joking that we had both had this really bad scary dream last night. Readying ourselves for the day, we headed back down to the lobby to talk to the Manager. I wanted to give feedback. In fact, I wanted to give three pages of feedback, as I had sat down and put a few thoughts on the page so I would not forget anything. It was all helpful feedback, no blowhard anger or anything like that. Accidents happen. They could have handled this better, and I suggested where they might, including looking after the mental health of patrons in a situation like that. The feedback was gratefully accepted by one of the managers, Angela, who also said she would upgrade our room for us to something bigger and lower.

    We were being met this morning by my friend Ben Strube and his partner Tino. Ben read my book years ago and we became good friends online. We've skyped a few times, but this was the first time we have met face to face. It was such a lovely morning, a real balm after such a distressing night. Ben and Tino took us first for coffee where we chatted and got to know each other better. We were able to give Ben an original art work that I had asked Chris to do for him. Another beautiful piece. He's so clever.

    After coffee, we headed into Tino's workplace which is a gallery where we got to see some amazing Latino art; sculpture, drawings, etchings, pottery, paintings, metalwork, all sorts of media. As we once might have said in Australia in a bygone era - fan bloody tastic. We so enjoyed Tino's gallery and felt we had seen something really special.

    Brekky after that at authentic Mexican, which we both enjoyed enormously. The boys looked after us so well and we all connected wonderfully. We'll be seeing them again over the next few days.

    This afternoon, we took in the delights of the Dallas Aquarium, which hosts some amazing exhibits, birds as well as fish and reptiles. I loved the owls, as always. They were just huge. The aquarium is kind of in two halves. The first half has you snaking aroung a single track looking at the exhibits as you go. Great idea for maybe thrity people at a time. But when they let in hundreds, it bottlenecks up and gets quite close and you can't see much. They need to allow only fifty through at a time, with a five to ten minute break between groups to allow things to proceed. The second half is more traditional, tanks and pools, and people start to thin out a bit more here. The Dallas Aquarium is rightly known as one of the world's great aquariums. We got some amazing pics.

    Home and to our new room. We sidled up to Check-in and the girl said, "I think you'll be pleased with your up-grade.". I joked and said, "it's not the Presidential Suite is it, ha ha?" To which she replied, "I don't make these decisions, I just do the keys, at which point, she handed over two freshly minted hotel room keys and told us our new floor, the ninth. "Much better" I thought.

    Arriving at Room 955, we were greeted with a sign on the door that said, PRESIDENTIAL SUITE. "You have got to be joking" we both intoned. We slowly opened the door, and walked into a giant beautiful room lit with charming lamps, with lounge suites, dinner table, coffee table, opening out again into a long lounge room, with bar, then an office with escritoire, at which I am writing this footprint right now, then a bedroom and two bathrooms. This thing is enormous. It is bigger than our living area at home. Not long after, Angela from Managment rang and asked if we had settled in. She was very thankful for our courteous attitude that morning and for the written feedback which she said she would take to the various meetings. How lovely! And what a way to finish off this extraordinary 24 hours.

    I have just listened to one Handel Organ Concerto and two Haydn Cello Concertos as I wrote this. Chris is doodling some new art work, a bird I think. We are happy and content in our Presidential Suite and ready to take on Dallas again tomorrow. Till Next.
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  • Day25

    Dallas

    September 25 in the United States

    Dallas has given us the chance to slow things down. It has been lovely. Our Presidential Suite, huge as it is, has become home and we have settled in comfortably.

    We saw the Sixth Floor Museum, which used to be the Book Depository from where JFK was assassinated. The museum is dedicated to preserving one of the most famous crime scenes from the twentieth century and to the whole complex story of Kennedy's assassination and its aftermath. It did a great job, attempted balance, but fell into hagiography once or twice, which in Dallas, I think is forgivable.

    Dallas itself is lovely. It's modern and clean, not a great deal of homelessness, some overt poverty, but not as much as San Francisco. There are many interesting looking buildings here, but most are modern architecture, ar least in the part of Dallas we are staying.

    We took in a movie, The House with a Clock in its Walls, starring Jack Black and Cate Blanchett. It is set in down-home post-war America and has that wonderful colour palette of the time. You would have seen it in both The Shape of Water and Carol. Really lovely. The House etc was fun and extremely well done. A bit schmaltzy at times, but that goes with the fantasy genre it was aiming for. Happy to sit through it again one day.

    Finally today, my friend Ben and I caught up and spent some time together. It was great to sit and talk and walk and talk without hurry. We caught up on each other's lives and talked some politics, philosophy and theology. He and partner Tino joined us for pizza in the Presidential Suite this evening which was just wonderful. Such a great time. These boys too, just like our Salt Lake City friends, have an open invitation to visit us in Australia anytime.

    We leave Dallas having discovered two new friends and a fabulous new city. Our time on mainland US soil is over and we're heading home, but not before a couple of days to break our trip in Hawaii. Till next.
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  • Day21

    Dry heat, wet heat: Vegas and Dallas

    September 21 in the United States

    "That's why Hillary and Obama keep going to Australia, y'see. They're trying to make a bid for that sweet sweet New Zealand money. Lemme tell ya: after the war, things ain't gonna be so easy for The Cabal!"

    Our Uber driver John had some fruity ideas.

    "Y'know why that area is fenced off? That's because it's one of the areas of alien study! Oh there's far more than Area 51 around here - there are ten of them! And Area 51 has a sister city too... CAN YOU GUESS WHERE?"

    Stu thought the question was rhetorical, but I took the bait.

    "I couldn't possibly guess."

    "ALICE. SPRINGS. OSS-TRAYLIA! That's what Pine Gap is!"

    **

    I really was grateful to John for being our first taste of Las Vegas. He was inducting us into a very special kind of unreality.

    "That's where the machine gun shooting was," he said, pointing to the area in front of the gleaming golden Mandalay Bay hotel. "And you know what? You boys can fire a machine gun while you're here if you like. A lot of visitors from Crown Countries like to fire machine guns when they come to Vegas."

    We drove past billboard after billboard of "showgirls," but there were a couple of billboards of male strippers too: "The Thunder From Downunder" they were called. They had better bodies than me. I was the Blunder from Downunder, but I figured I could still probably charge admission.

    I *thought* Planet Hollywood was a hotel, but it's actually a casino with a shopping mall, a restaurant precinct, a Surf Simulator, and a large party pool with loud pop music and mist making machines. Inside Planet Hollywood, which no doubt had its own zip code, it was a sweet 21 degrees C. Outside? 37 degrees.

    Even the bathtub was bigger than my sleeping compartment on the California Zephyr. This wasn't the kind of luxury intended for people who were used to luxury: it was the kind of luxury intended for people who had always envied it, and were ready to throw big money at the accoutrements of success. Chubby pastel tourists waded through the reflective floors with me. We were all hypnotised.

    After a deluxe night's sleep, we left the casino and got back into airport culture, full of big promises and petty humiliations. Nevada couldn't let us go without making a bid for a few more dollars: there were penny slots at the airport gate. This was the perfect place for them: you want poker machines to be adjacent to anxiogenic places. That way people will self medicate with games of "chance."

    The route to Dallas was tortuous: we wobbled and veered to avoid a storm cell, and then just punctured through it anyway. As icing on the cake, the long taxi back the airport seemed to wind all around Fort Worth and Dallas before coming to rest at the centre.

    And Dallas was hot and wet - in fact, EXACTLY like the weather from Newcastle. Summer highs of 36 and winter lows of 5? That sounds JUST like home. We will get to know the city a bit better tomorrow.

    **

    I shouldn't have started this story "in medias res" because I forgot to mention the Hoover Dam. That was HOT. That was SCORCHING hot, probably the hottest place I've ever been. It was weird to watch so many caucasian tourists carry their kids through the glaring sun with no hats and sunscreen. I guess there were a lot of sunburned kids last night.

    I am approaching the point where I need to decide whether to shave clean, or to grow a holiday beard.

    I'll think about that tomorrow.

    When I'm stronger.

    xc
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  • Day21

    Travel Day to Dallas

    September 21 in the United States

    Vegas is great. Vegas is big. Vegas is OTT. Vegas is full-on. Vegas is not my cup of tea at all. Frankly, I doubt you could get a cup of tea in Vegas. If you could, they'd want to serve it with Margarita and a slot machine.

    Up early, Ubered out to the airport for a 9am flight to Dallas. We lost a couple of hours in time zones but the flight was also delayed some 30 minutes from landing due to storms. Dallas is muggy. Dallas is frowzy. Dallas is close. As Chris said, it's like a Newcastle or Sydney summer at the height. Hot, incredibly humid, it's no wonder it rains. TG for air conditioning.

    Very disappointed with American Airlines (I hope you're reading this AA). First, they separated us, after having purchased the tickets ages ago. Second, the flight was full and by the time we boarded, the overhead lockers were crammed full. This meant that we both had to carry our overhead bags as well as our personal bags into middle seats. One half of one bag stuffed under the seat, the personal bag stuck under the seat in front, where your feet are supposed to go. For three and a half hours. Boo hiss boo!

    I did watch a movie and listened to a bit of music on the flight to help pass the time. 'A Quiet Place' starring John Krasinski and Emily Blunt masterfully protect their family from alien creatures that are blind but attack anything they hear in a killing frenzy. You see them, but you hear them more. Very clever. The family communicates by sign. It is very compelling and I got a few jump frights on the way, as did, I presume, the two gentlemen either side of me. Politically, this movie is about having your voice silenced. Hollywood makes no bid for morality here as it plays it straight down the middle. Both Right and Left could claim this movie as their own. Boo hiss boo! Take a stand! Four stars. It goes to places, even in the opening sequence you don't expect. It's more of a thriller than horror, but there are some horror elements present. Very enjoyable and very well done.

    The sound track to my boxed in twisted uncomfortable flight was Joan Baez The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, some Handel, Mozart and Verdi soprano arias performed by Sutherland, and the Haydn Piano Concerto in D Major, a sweet little thing.

    We're staying an an older hotel in Dallas, the Sheraton, that they are renovating. We have a comfortable although not huge, room on the 31st floor and have a fine view over the city. We've been out for a bite and it really is a city of glass. I grew up on the tv show Dallas, but none of that sensibility is present anymore. I doubt we'll be doing a Southfork tour even if there is one. Bathed, beered, eaten, we feel refreshed and ready to discover this balmy city. I mean that in the nicest possible way. Till next.
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  • Day5

    Moving

    August 10, 2017 in the United States

    We just had breakfast at the buffet and are now righting our blog for yesterday at the Houston science museum and I had the best time of my life petting stingrays and seeing dinosaurs skeletons and going in a Chevy suburban and it was massive my family and I are so happy still and I had no sleep at all I just want to get to the hotel and go to sleep with no one else except me on the couch aka my bed (i sleep ed on the couch as my bed)okay I'm tired of tapping the screen so much so I'm just going to end this here I hope you guys enjoyed my longest blog ever on this and I hope this intertans you and I'll see you in the next blog byeRead more

  • Day5

    SPLAT!

    August 10, 2017 in the United States

    We went to the mall and it was huge you could fit 3 or 4 bayfiars I KNOW RIGHT but the one thing that caught my eye is the best thing ever I could even emagian it's called splatter balls stupid but awesome at the same time I know I know I'm crazy but there fun to play with what's in side them? Water that's the answer to the question and the right way and how to pop it is by screeching it or twisting it too much I got to go see you especially you jimmy and I have something for you at the end of the blogs ok bye DAY 5Read more

  • Day3

    Beakfast

    August 8, 2017 in the United States

    Hello blog number two at this hotel we just had breakfast and we are all in the hotel room me and Ryan are wanting to go in the pool by our self but
    We have other stuff to do with our lives and I might just leave it here goodbye blog entry 2

  • Day1

    Opening

    March 20 in the United States

    It’s starting 😃
    As one of the speakers in the opening keynote Jacob Morgan presented ‘The Experiential Organization’, very inspiring! His views on employee experience give a lot food for thought.
    Jacob claims that looking at employee engagement for improvement potential doesn’t do the trick as we are providing ‘adrenalin shots’ to improve engagement rather than working on the cause. Where engagement is the result, experience is the cause and sustainable, long lasting improvement of employee engagement can only be achieved by focusing on great employee experience. The experience is built out of three blocks which are interlinked and influence each other: physical space (office, working environment), technology (tools, enablers), and culture (values, way of cooperation) - sorry for the blurry picture, or do I need better glasses, again???Read more

  • Day1

    Our Houston Home

    August 13, 2016 in the United States

    After living in Texas for 7 years, it was sad to leave so many great friends and memories, but exciting to start something new! How better to start our new adventure than a quality road trip together with all of our junk packed in the back of a 26 foot diesel Penske truck. Thank you Shell for our first jobs, our first time meeting each other, and the sweet trucker gear!

    Fun Facts:
    The Penske horn is almost as intimidating as a Honda Civic.

    The truck is governed at 71mph. Averaged 9mpg over the trip.
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You might also know this place by the following names:

Texas, TX, ቴክሳስ, تكساس, Texas suyu, تگزاس ایالتی, Штат Тэхас, Тексас, টেক্সাস, ཋེག་ཟ་སི།, Техас, Toháanoéhoëva, تێکساس, Тєѯасъ, Teksas, Τέξας, Teksaso, تگزاس, Tèxas, Tet-khiet-sat-sṳ̂, Kekeka, טקסס, टेक्सस, Տեխաս, ᑖᒃᓵᔅ, テキサス州, teksys, ტეხასი, Texas shtati, ಟೆಕ್ಸಸ್, 텍사스 주, Texia, تئگزاس, Teksasas, Teksasa, 德克薩斯州, ടെക്സസ്, टेक्सास, တက္ကဆပ်ပြည်နယ်, तेक्सास, Akałii Bikéyah, ਟੈਕਸਸ, ٹیکساس, टेक्सास्, Teksasos, டெக்சஸ், టెక్సస్, รัฐเทกซัส, Tehas, Téksas Shitati, Теексәс, טעקסאס, 德薩斯州, 德克萨斯州

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