Can you feel my blogging energy waning? One post per day for 8 days, and suddenly a single post to cover 3 days.
We left the tour group behind in Anaheim - and left poor Rachel emotionally distressed. We caught a Lux Bus to San Diego - a trip of about 1 1/2 hours.
Our hotel is nice. The service leaves a bit to be desired.
First day here we explored the city on foot. We found a medical centre, and spent far too long waiting (some things are universal, or at least trans-continental) for a doctor to look at a rash under Jesamine's arms. With the appropriate antibiotics in hand (at least the doctor provides these, rather than sending us to a pharmacy), we found a lovely Indian restaurant for an early tea (or dinner, as the locals would have it). Actually, we found a number of nice looking Indian restaurants - but ate in only one.
One of the great illusions of dining in America is that it's cheap. It certainly looks that way at first glance - but when you add the tax and tip, we typically end up spending more than we would in Australia. And that includes sharing meals.
We found Horton Plaza - the local shopping centre - where we ran into the Flemings. They had also bussed to San Diego from Anaheim. It's a small world as they say (though they're not often geologists nor astronomers, so what would they know anyway?)
I purchased a book for $3 (plus tax). What, with that and my $15 t-shirt and $13 cap, I'm practically keeping the US economy afloat on my own!
Next day we found a Supermarket (Ralph's, for those with a perverse interest), and purchased some fresh fruit. We also revisited Horton Plaza, where we stopped for a movie. Scream 4. I think I recognised one of the house exteriors in the film from our Universal Studios tour.
We met the Flemings for tea (again, that's dinner locally) at the Old Spaghetti Factory. It was a longer walk than we remembered from our first day, so on the way home we took up the offer of a ride on the back of a pedi-taxi - i.e. a bicycle with a trailer. Suzy giggled the whole trip as this poor bugger tried to pedal the four of us uphill to our hotel. He gave up with about two blocks to go - which was still a pretty impressive effort.
Today, being day 3 of San Diego (and day 11 of our US trip), we visited Old Town San Diego. Given the local tourist advisor had warned us off visiting Mexico - this was the next best thing. Some amazing old houses. Lots of colourful (colorful in local-spell) markets. Jez and I toured the Whaley House - one of America's most haunted houses - and every bit as dull as I expected.
We then caught a taxi to Coronado, and checked out the Del Coronado hotel. Very impressive. Unfortunately the hot Southern Californian weather has left us temporarily, so a little too cool for swimming at the lovely beach.
In contrast to my earlier comment about the cost of dining, we got lunch at KFC/Taco Bell. For less than $5 I ended up with 1 hard taco, 3 soft tacos, 1 burrito, and a large coke (soda in the local tongue).
We caught the Ferry back to San Diego, and I believe I'm now overdue for a swim on the hotel pool.
Thanks for you attention.
No comments:
Post a Comment