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Well, thank God for that....I've finally uploaded photos. That's right, after a two-week drought the photographic floodgates have opened! Prepare to be inundated with THREE new albums...from the Grand Canyon, Las Vegas and here in San Francisco. (My quest for the elusive USB port finally ended in victory today, although it came at a price - $20 in a poncy internet cafe, to be exact.) Anyway, I hope you all enjoy the pics. The Grand Canyon must still be hurting from the stupid amount of photos I took of it, and the first pic in Vegas, entitled 'Pleasure Overload', is possibly the gayest photo ever taken. Funny, though. Well, I suppose I should some kind of update. We've been in San Francisco now for over a week and this is our last night. :( We're a bit sad to be leaving as it has been loads of fun here. Far too much drinking and loads of nice people. In fact, I don't think I've been sober once in the past four days. Marvellous. San Francisco is a beautiful city (shocking, I know), but I've been amazed by the amount of a) tramps and b) transsexuals. They're literally everywhere and extremely unconvincing (the trannies), so there's never a dull moment, even just walking down the street! I've got loads more San Fran pics to put up but the computer crashed as I was downloading the second album, so I gave up. Yesterday a group of us biked across the Golden Gate Bridge, which was bloody windy and challenging to say the least while hungover. The whole ride was about eight miles, which was plenty for me. Last night we had a party in the hostel with FREE alcohol, followed by lots of pool and more booze. Excellent. Tomorrow we're heading to Yosemite for two action-packed days of camping in a tent, singing Kum-bay-yah, exploring and getting mauled by grizzly bears. Let's survive. Right, I'm all blogged out. By way of a send-off, here is a list of anecdotes and funny stuff that has happened that I think I've forgotten to mention before:
> falling asleep on the shoulder of a random guy on the Greyhound and dribbling on him. He took it surprisingly well.
> Martin being called both 'Dalmation' and 'Bob' by Americans who can't grasp his name.
> Being groped by a hairy transsexual he-she while out on a bar crawl in San Fran
> Being stuck in Amarillo at 4am at a Greyhound station and the Peter Kay/Tony Christie song suddenly becoming less amusing.
> Getting caught up in a police raid on a gang of black guys. Is it because I is black?
> Befriending a Borat-esque Russian guy who celebrated seeing his girlfriend get run over by downing tequila. High Five!
> Getting caught in a mini-tornado while driving through texas at night with Queen Victoria, dodging debris flying through the road.
Right, I'll stop scaring you now mum! Until next time, au revoir!
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