Arriving amidst the ear popping of altitude changes, I appeared mostly deaf for my first 15 or so minutes on American turf but it got better rapidly after enthusing, in a probably to loud voice about how foreign everything was, (this included the width of the road, the car door handles and how weird it was to be barreling down the wrong side of the road, yet oddly it was the actual physical right side of the road.
It’s quite difficult to order my thoughts into some coherent chronological statement of my adventure, suffice to say that the weather was perfect, always around 30C or 80F if that be your measurement of climate. So totally different from England and its incessant rain. Having said that my first glimpse of America from the ground in Minneapolis was shrouded in fog and….snow, so it was like a home from home in that respect.
Rapidly the weather got better and eventually everything lost its foreignness, nothing says tourist like a slightly spun out guy with wonky glasses, marvelling at the differences of the door handles compared with back home, whilst at a store, bathrooms in shops, that was an eye opener as well. 3 cans of Red Bull not making a dint in my sleepiness was mildly surprising too although 26 and a half hours of travel will do that to you.
Most of my view of America to start off with was selfishly obscured by the oncoming night time, although I did see a rather unimpressive waterfall…unless you Google Multnomah Falls and it looks amazing. I’m not sure if it was my slightly sleepy mood or that I was genuinely unimpressed, either way, I hope to be able to see it again with somewhat less clouded eyes, I think I expected a Niagara type scene and so pretty much anything but the most picturesque spectacle in the world would have done.
After the first marvelling, I got into American life fairly quickly, the time difference was easy to fall into being that I hit my bed at pretty much midnight and I really did feel I was a future being as well, minus the tin foil suit. My love for sci-fi coincidentally was reignited by Penny and Christina on this trip, as was my excitement for books, but more on that in another post.
I do have one disappointment on my trip which I should get off my chest ideally before I chat farther and that there was not as much recognition for my accent as I would have wished, except for waitresses forgetting my order because they were listening to my accent and the obligatory gay guy, who claimed he was channeling my energy and that was why he was randomly speaking in an accent. That was just plain rude, I would always ask permission before syphoning off anyone’s energy on the sly. I need to learn to do that as well, if anyone knows a night school where I can learn to do this safely please let me know.
I was expecting people to fall over themselves but apart from a couple of girls who (apparently) were enjoying my accent and keeping me talking, I didn’t really notice, I did my best to throw a lot of local Nottinghamshire sayings to confuse and amuse people, so hopefully some have stuck and there are people even now greeting each other with the work ayup. I may have to work on getting this culturally accepted.
Right for the moment and because I am a tease that is all, next time….Squirrels, a bloke named Tyler and also my confusion at questions in a restaurant and feeling like I was in the South, amongst other things.