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Heather and Darren's Travels

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I spy with my little eye, somewhere beginning with K

The absolute most awesome thing about our second Airbnb was the balcony, complete with ocean views. (The least awesome thing was that it didn’t have a dishwasher – I searched high and low, opening the fridge and oven doors repeatedly thinking it must be hidden somewhere. Nope. Inevitably, we coped.)

As you can imagine, we spent some considerable time on the balcony.

For a start, Darren claimed it as his workspace, come rain or shine, from early morning when it was still pitch black throughout the rest of the working day. Any early morning zoom calls had to first contend with the cocks crowing, boldly announcing the new day followed by a cacophony of other tropical birds enthusiastically trying to outdo each other.

Some of the not so quiet locals

The balcony was mostly our after work hangout too, perfect for BBQing and playing word games. Or for just chilling out with a beer, watching the sun set over the ocean.

Spam sushi on the balcony. Only in Hawaii.

We fit in a fair few walks on Oahu, the favorite of which had to be the headland trail out to Ka’ena point (so good we did it twice). It was a rugged path that hugged the coastline, traversing rocks, sand and puddles, all the time in the company of humpback whales, their tell-tale blows and tail splashes far out to sea.

You don’t get too far on any coastal walk without running into a graffitied pillbox. I spy a spam sushi.

Ka’ena state preserve is also a protected nesting area for albatrosses. They normally spend most of their time out at sea, but lucky for us, it was prime nesting season. Bigger than the average gull (although not quite as enormous as I remember from the Disney film The Rescuers), they seem quite majestic as they soar on the thermals overhead. On the ground, not so much. Their comical waddle is more reminiscent of a drunk duck.

But they come into their own with their elaborate courting rituals. Albatrosses pair for life, so much effort goes in to finding the right partner and strengthening their bonds. They crooned and they danced, bobbing up and down and swaying from side to side. They stretched their necks to raise a squawk to the sky gods and stared lovingly into each other’s eyes before tapping their beaks together in a loving albatross kiss. It was like watching a David Attenborough wildlife extravaganza.

Various other Oahu hikes involved road tripping along the Kamehameha highway to Koko, Kuaokala, Kahuku, Kailua and Kahualoa. One of these even involved an armed forces escort, as we had to get through an air force satellite tracking station, one of those with the giant golf balls.

Not allowed to take pics of the giant golf balls. You’ve got views instead – Kuaokala forest trail. Spot the couple hiking along the ridge.

Being that we were on an island, there was no shortage of ocean views.

Kahuku Point
Koko Head
Kahualoa Cove – looks like a nice place to pop down for a swim
Even if it means going past here
Made it!
Pupukea
If only to prove that not every single place we went to started with a K
Atop of Pupukea pillbox

After all that walking, it’s time to partake into some of the non-spam related Hawaiian delicacies, courtesy of the many food trucks and their al fresco dining. And with the end of our month in Oahu drawing near, I can already feel a diet coming on. Just not quite yet.

Beach Camping in Hawaii

Let’s go camping, he said. It’ll be fun, he said. And so we packed our two person tent (which has definitely seen better days), sleeping bags and roll mats into our luggage to accompany us to Hawaii.

The last time I camped in a tent was in Costa Rica over a year ago. Truth be told, I’m not much cut out for camping, I kinda like my home comforts too much. Nostalgic thoughts of the BaseCamp sprung to mind. All the advantages of glamping without having to actually camp. Safe and secure, with a proper bed and a proper pillow.

Still, the nights were forecast to be mild and rain-free. I told myself this would be an opportunity to experience a different aspect of Hawaii, to embrace the outdoors with sundowner drinks and romantic early morning walks.

It seems we weren’t alone in this thought. In fact camping must be quite popular at this time of year, as the beachfront campsites Darren tried to book online were full. Unperturbed, he widened the net, considered some other locations and eventually scooped up some prime beachfront spots.

Camping Attempt #1 – Waimanalo Beach

Ocean views, tick. Prime beachfront spot, umm… questionable. As long as we looked out to sea and not behind us, we were good. There were a few other normal paying campers. But over there on the boundary of the campsite, we had company.

Our little tent in front of a row of more long term tents

I’m not going to judge or diss them, homelessness is a serious issue across this and many other nations. And if you’re going to be living permanently under canvas, there’s certainly worse places to be hanging out. I’m not missing the irony that they had the same awesome views as us.

At least our neighbors kept themselves to themselves, and we relaxed at our picnic table to enjoy the evening. Once we retired, it wasn’t the most peaceful of nights but the roar of the waves helped to drown out at least some of the noise.

Not Walkers but still. Crisps and beer at the beach 🙂
Poke!!!
L-R spicy sriracha ahi; soy salmon; smoked marlin
A rather novel balancing sticks sculpture on the beach.
We didn’t expect it to last the night.
Remarkably it did! Darren gingerly adds another stick to it.
View from the tent at dawn
At least we got that romantic little morning stroll in
Darren took a picture of me taking a picture, and the actual picture I took.

We had another weekend trip away coming up, so a chance for Darren to redeem himself. In the meantime, Valentines Day was fast approaching. As we headed down to Three Tables Beach after work, we realized we’d been beaten to it. There, right on our spot was a little love nest being set up, complete with champagne flutes, red roses, string lights and a cutesy L-O-V-E sign.

Oh Darren, you shouldn’t have. Oh, you didn’t.

The finishing touches were made, as they erected a white lacy tent (who even knew such a thing existed?) and brought out the champagne on ice, ready to greet the happy couple. It was obviously a surprise for the lady, who was suitably and very graciously blown away, in an Instagram kind of way.

In stark contrast…

Hamiltons’ Camping Attempt #2 – Lualualei Beach

There were no other legit campers at this spot, just us and the fringe homeless. Who were right next to us this time. Our allocated parking spot was already taken. By a Chrysler that had seen better days, its windscreen and back windows smashed in, its tyres relieved of air. Obviously it had been there a while and wasn’t going anywhere any time soon, we just didn’t want our tiny rental Kia to come to the same end.

After a few drone shots at sunset, we retired to spend the evening in the car rather than sit out at the picnic table in the dark. There were plenty of comings and goings outside, it seems we had hit upon the local hot spot to exchange cash for illegal substances. As for the state of the public toilets… let’s just not go there.

Relocating from the car to the tent was a hurried affair. I didn’t sleep particularly well, on alert listening out for a car window being smashed and hoping we weren’t going to get mugged in the night. I’m pleased to report that both us and the Kia survived the night. Sorry no early morning photos though, as we just got the hell out of there pretty quickly.

I’m done with camping thanks very much. An experience I think even Darren didn’t want to repeat. In fact to truly redeem himself, he had to wine and dine me in Waikiki. Where we stayed in a safe and secure hotel room, with a proper bed and a proper pillow.

And a balcony!
Checking out Waikiki beach
Only a drink as big as my head can make up for the camping
Finishing off our date night with Gary Barlow’s crooner sessions

Barefoot Fun & Games

I never really understood the need to post a sign outside a store saying No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service. Surely that’s obvious? Apparently not. Not here anyway. Although it seems that where those signs might actually be useful, they absurdly don’t seem to mind. In Hawaii, sunbathers and surfers alike have no qualms whatsoever in wandering round a store half naked and barefoot. And nobody bats an eyelid. Except me of course, I did a few double takes.

I wouldn’t mind except for when I tried my luck with my own quick purchase straight off the beach. Fully clothed I might add and definitely with sandals on (I’m not one to get far barefoot). It was an impromptu trip to the supermarket as we’d only taken a meagre supply of cold beer down to the beach and needed top ups.

Long story short, I got ID’d. And obviously coming straight off the beach, I had no ID with me. No ID, no service.

I don’t want to say I pleaded (but I kind of did). Oh the irony that the shoeless people in front of me could buy what they wanted. Me, not so much. As a last resort, I blurted “But I’m nearly 50”.

With hindsight, I’m fully aware that in this scenario whether I’m 49 or 50 is not particularly relevant to my ability to purchase a couple of beers; nor is it likely to change the cashier’s decision. But it felt important to let her know just how wrong she was. 21 to ‘nearly 50’ is a lot of years. And don’t get me started on over 100% wrong. In my desperate, forlorn state, it was worth a shot. Still… you can guess the outcome. Tail between my legs, I retreated to the beach empty handed, much to Darren’s disappointment.

Pleased to see me before he realized I was empty handed.
Better eke that can out Darren.
Barefoot on the sand.
Although I may have been the only person at the beach with a coat on.
Even without beer, you can’t escape the beauty of our very own Three Tables Beach
Not sure she was expecting that incoming wave to come up quite so far

When we weren’t drinking beer on the beach, we managed to fit in some other fun and games. Kayaking over a mile out to an ocean sand bank in Kaneohe Bay was a real treat. Not only did we have the odd turtle pop up to say hello, but the color of the water was what tropical island aqua marine dreams are made of.

Turtle!!!
Riding high…
… and low

And Darren did some diving. Words cannot do it justice, just take a look at the pictures his dive leader snapped instead.

All ready for off
Yes, I’m quite well aware of the vast difference between my kayaking turtle shot and these. If I didn’t have feelings of inadequacy before, I certainly do now.

Not to be outdone, I took myself off for a run around the beaches of Honolulu. Can’t compete with Darren’s dive but hey, beggars and choosers and all that, and not such a bad view after all.

‘Magic Island’ Lagoon, Honolulu
Water’s pretty clear here too
A modicum of shade from the very cool trees

At least I finished up with a beer, without having to prove how many years over 21 I am 😋

Ridge Walks & Rainbows

It’s not all sun, sea and Mai Tai’s in Hawaii, oh no. Been here for ages already and not had a single Mai Tai. A few gin and tonics maybe but the classic Hawaiian cocktail is still on my to do list before we leave. As for the sun… turns out it’s a fickle “now you see it, now you don’t” visitor up here on the north shore of Oahu, and we’ve had our fair share of torrential rain. I know you Brits have been facing the beast from the east, bringing icy blasts of wind and snow but hey, it’s all relative.

Green for a reason
See – muddy as! Bailed out after slipping and sliding our way through this
Plan B. A more sedate coastal walk from Turtle Bay

But in Hawaii, where there be rain, there be rainbows 🌈 Magnificent, stunning, full-on meet in the middle rainbows. The kind of happy cheery rainbows that take you right back to Bungle, Zippy and George.

Thought I could get a shot from the car to avoid stepping out into the rain. Evidently not.
The sun shining on the righteous?

On the more adventurous side, I had a bash at Stand Up Paddleboarding. Which started off as Kneel Down Paddleboarding and also involved a fair bit of Sit Down Paddleboarding. Luckily, the conditions on the ‘Anahulu river were about as mill pond flat as you could get, so I just about managed to stay above and not under the water, yay. My cap did get a dunking though, having been scooped off my head by a wayward branch. Better than a poke in the eye.

About as much grace as a baby elephant on a skateboard

For those days where we’re just too lazy to walk or paddleboard, there’s always the beach. Our Airbnb was ooh maybe a hundred yards or so from Three Tables Beach, so this quickly became our go to, armed with towels, deckchairs and beer (and/or wine and/or G&T). Perfect spot to hang out for sunset.

Watching the waves from the comfort of the beach chairs
The chickens like to hang out at the beach too

The weekend gave us a bit more time to get out and about to explore the island, enjoying a stroll along Lanikai beach, watching the kite surfers at Kailua beach, and checking out an amazing ridge walk up to some rather cool graffitied pill boxes left over from the Second World War.

Lanikai & Kailua:

How else to strip the leaves from a palm tree other than getting up there and getting stuck in!

Enough of standing around watching other people do strenuous things, time to get up onto that ridge:

Still a bit of a climb to get up to the pillbox
One step closer…
… Made it!
You can make out the ridge line path going over the hills on the right. No wonder they put war lookouts up here, some of the best views on the island.

One of the food highlights that the north shore is famous for is their food trucks. In particular shrimp trucks. Bubba Gump eat your heart out, Aloha shrimp is where it’s at.

Doesn’t look anything fancy but looks can be deceiving
Super spicy garlic shrimp 😋
The poke bowls aren’t bad either
Neither is their huli huli chicken

Still waiting on that Hawaiian Mai Tai cocktail but in the meantime, we managed to squeeze in a brewery!

Aloha from Oahu!

A negative COVID test was required to clear us for travel to Hawaii. So aside from the standard washing and packing normally involved before a trip, my less enjoyable preparations involved an overdue dentist session and a COVID test on the same day. Oh the trauma, first world problems.

I was somewhat wary of the COVID test, having heard the process of someone sticking a cotton bud swab up your nostrils described as being like “tickling your brain”. Turned out to be really not that bad, although I spent the rest of the evening feeling like my facial privacy had been violated, my nose making its objections known through random bouts of sneezing. Best get that out the system before we get on the plane!

We weren’t too concerned about the result, having been model lock-down citizens for three weeks at home in California but it was still a relief to know for sure the trip was in the bag. On the plus side, I’ve never seen LAX airport so quiet, and getting through security was a breeze. It was kind of comforting to know that virtually everyone else around us had also received a recent negative test result.

The flight too was eerily quiet. Bring on the pre-downloaded Bridgerton binge watch, if only to distract me from wearing my mask for such a long time.

Leaving an uncharacteristically cloudy LA
Check out those waves. Aloha Oahu!
You know you’re in Hawaii when…

And so the plan is to spend a month working from Hawaii. Unfortunately, we couldn’t bring the BaseCamp, so our tin palace is having a well earned break. Instead we have a couple of Airbnb’s in the North Shore area of Oahu, with maybe a spot of camping in between.

The two hour time difference means we start work at 6am, zzzzz. I’ll take it in exchange for an early work finish time. And thanks to Hawaii’s policy of no daylight saving time, we have a good few hours of sun, sea and tropical paradise before bed.

But wait, we have Sunday, the day of rest, to chill out and relax before we start the work routine. No such chance. To be fair, it didn’t make a lot of sense to have a lie in or we might struggle to get up early during the week. So Sergeant Major Darren stepped in and stepped up, with a steep and sweaty route march through the jungle. Otherwise known as the Kealia Trail. Welcome to Paradise!

C’mon Heather, keep up!
Worth it for the views!
We see so few rainbows in SoCal (guess you’ve gotta have rain for that!).
This one was a delight 😊

Homeward Bound

As we trundled s-l-o-w-l-y along the gravel road out of Sedona, leaving the Secret Mountain Wilderness behind, the sky was pregnant with precipitation. This had been forecast, the only real question was whether it would rain or snow. It held off, even brightened up as we headed north towards the Grand Canyon, but we expected no escape. Our priority was to avoid any dangerous driving conditions and get settled in early.

Along the south rim of the Grand Canyon National Park, there’s an unassuming road leading away from the canyon itself. As it turns into a forest service road, it exits the official national park boundary (with no bells, whistles or fee station). And there we have it, just a mile or so from the canyon itself, we were in the Kaibob National Forest and legally able to boondock.

After the crowds at the canyon edge, it was delightfully peaceful in the forest, a void of sound made even more intense by the tiny flakes of snow starting to float gently down around us, oh so gradually blanketing our surroundings in a white hug.

One of those afternoons perfect for slowly braising a stovetop casserole, the BaseCamp filling with delicious aromas as it bubbled merrily on the stove. Meanwhile, a break in the snowfall gave us an opportunity for a quick walk.

That there fire tower should give us a good view
Wait for me… these rails are colder than an iceberg!
Worth the climb – you can just make out the canyon a few miles away in the distance
Back at base, Darren’s snowman-building skills were short lived

After a cozy night in the Basecamp and a slight delay while Darren defrosted the truck windscreen (quite a feat without de-icer!), we made our way back to the main road, destination Grand Viewpoint.

Brrrr!!!
22F is -6C
Soooo pretty. But hang on a minute, no other tracks.
Hmm, bit suspicious, where are all the people?

Our first thought was that the global pandemic had turned into a zombie apocalypse. After the mayhem we’d driven past at the rim the day before, this morning was a stark contrast. There was no need to maneuver into a tight parking spot or elbow our way through the crowds. The viewpoint was virtually deserted.

Turns out the main road into the park hadn’t yet been ploughed and was closed off to tourists. All tourists except those who were locked in, that is. Um, that’d be us. 😳

We shared our priceless view of the Grand Canyon at sunrise with just a few other hardened campers (of which one couple had slept in their car – how on earth they hadn’t died in the night, I have no idea).

The contours of the higher-elevation rock accentuated by the freshly fallen snow gave a real sense of perspective, with the more distant canyon layers bathed in the early morning light.

Truly, this was one to remember. The unique confluence of being in the right place at the right time.

Don’t mind us, we’ll just sneak out here.
Luckily they hadn’t padlocked the chains.
The Great Escape!

With barely a few days of our trip left, we did a quick scouting mission to Zion National Park. Nice overnight camping spot but the park was way too busy for our liking. Much better was the hidden gem of a State Park, Snow Canyon. No snow there but never mind, just been there done that at the Grand Canyon.

Snow Canyon State Park
Zion National Park
Huddled up by the fire

Last stop for New Years Eve was boondocking near Lake Mead in Nevada. In an alternate non-global pandemic reality, we could have partied the night away in Vegas. But in 2020, we’ll pass thanks very much.

Which brings our FVCK COVID 2020 Part 2 Roadtrip to an end. Thanks for taking part virtually with us, we had a blast! We may be a few pounds heavier (I blame the donuts) but with 17 states and 8,000 miles under our belt, I can confidently say my US geography is getting better.

Home to lovely SoCal 😊

Talking of US geography, I happen to know that Hawaii is approximately 2,500 miles away. Just food for thought…..

Red Rocking Christmas

It’s a long long way… not just to Tipperary but also from Austin Texas to Sedona Arizona. Just a smidgeon short of 1,200 miles actually, so one of those weekends with dawn to dusk driving.

Our route took us due west through Texas, past El Paso (one of the confirmed worst virus-infected places in the whole US – do not stop, do not pass go, do not collect COVID), skirted through New Mexico (which had strict quarantining rules, no stopping there either) and up through Arizona. We did call in at a Walmart en route though to jazz up our home on wheels with some festive lighting and decorations. This was our tree:

Give me a long open road and Chris Rea’s delightful crooning of Driving Home for Christmas and I’m in my happy place 😊
Fleeting images of the weekend road trip. The wigwam was at the rest area we just made it to before nightfall.

It is quite beyond me that somehow when someone was making areas of natural beauty into protected National Parks, they accidentally forgot to include Sedona on the list. Maybe they left it too late as someone else had already plonked a town into the midst of all that red rock loveliness. For our purposes, the town of Sedona worked out well to spend a few days in the run up to Christmas, camping, working and walking.

It’s not the size that matters with a tiny office, just check out THAT view
With an early morning hike, the rock vista is revealed in glorious multicolor ever so gradually by the sun magician

Bring on Christmas Eve and a big shout out to both our employers who generously gave us the day off, yay. It was time to Get Into Christmas… 🎶

Partaking of the local Christmas lights has gotta be done to get you in the mood

The ceremonious wrapping of presents didn’t take long. There were but two, and with no wrapping paper to hand, I found aluminium* foil did the trick just perfectly.

* Sorry – I accept most US autocorrects. I’m over the zees and zeds and I forgive the loss of u’s where they should be included. But aluminium will forever be aluminium and I will not defer to the monstrosity that is aluminum.

Between me and Walmart, I think we nailed the mood lighting in the BaseCamp

But for Christmas itself, it was time to move on from Sedona town to Sedona middle of nowhereness. No kidding, it’s actually called Secret Mountain Wilderness. Slow going along washboard gravel roads with the Basecamp but if you want to get away from it all, no pain, no gain.

We bagged a remote plateau boondocking spot with a red rock backdrop that belonged on a film set. For us, Christmas perfection. A picture speaks a thousand words, a thousand pictures even more 😆. Peace & solitude, vistas & vortexes, champers & corn hole…

Of course, it wasn’t long before Darren got the drone out.

In case you’re wondering about those aluminium foil-wrapped Christmas presents…

Just the cutest little his and hers can cozies ever
Check out the mouse eating the muffin rock. Once you see it, you can’t unsee!

In true Boxing Day style, you gotta work off those Christmas calories right? Off we went up Doe Mountain, for some of the best views around.

Time to up the ante with an off-road experience in a monster truck. We hired THIS:

A cool way to get even more off the beaten track

Christmas Day is probably the only day in the year the pink jeep vortex tours don’t descend on our camping spot at sunset for their “spiritual awakening”. All other days, you can expect this:

Although they may have been a bit distracted by the wafting aromas from our juicy steak on the bbq

Fortunately, they didn’t hang around for long and once again we had the place to ourselves to enjoy the last dying rays of the sun as it transformed our surroundings into a glowing red rock arena.

National Park or no National Park (WTF, it’s not even a National Monument?), Sedona is right up there for me with other NP hard hitters, winning the most underrated destination award. That said, next up, one of the biggest hitters of them all: Grand Canyon National Park.

Austinlandia

After literally not seeing a soul from our secluded spot on the Texas Gulf Coast, we were thrust back into the global pandemic reality of Austin, Texas. In normal times, Austin is a thriving metropolis of contemporary hipster living, one of the fastest growing cities in the whole of the US, with breweries, restaurants and food trucks pushing the boundaries of uber-cool.

They also have a bit of a “Keep Austin Weird” thing going on

In 2020, it is not that. True, Elon Musk just announced he’s done with California and is moving his Tesla electric car business to Austin Texas. So up and coming, yes. It WILL be back up there and we WILL be back to enjoy it. But right now it’s December 2020, and with a new more contagious strain of the virus emerging in the UK and the US situation not getting any better, the main reason for us being in a city was to work.

The Impact Hub co-working space in Austin was busier than any other we’d been in, although still spacious, airy and actually not that busy at all compared to a normal office.

Pretty nicely done out office space
For some reason there was half a tree in the ceiling. Quite decorative in a back-to-nature kind of way.

With Texas being one of the more liberal states, indoor bar and restaurant dining was generally still open, albeit with reduced capacity, masks, social distancing, etc. We tried to make the most of the hip Austin scene by going to quiet/outdoor venues or getting takeaway. Which makes it impossible to experience and comment on the vibe and atmosphere, but there was some pretty awesome food and drink…

Starting with takeout sushi & sake from Lucky Robot

Only made it to one brewery, Central District Brewing, which had an interesting selection. And just steps away from our very centrally located city campsite was Austin EastCiders. Did what it says on the tin but not just that. In addition to cider, it also did damn good pizza, bonus.

Damn, too busy eating pizza to get a shot of it

And you can’t do Texas without experiencing the Texas bbq. Melt in the mouth meat, fall off the bone ribs, and smoked jalapeño cheddar sausages. At Louie’s Craft BBQ truck in nearby Buda, pulled pork and juicy brisket made for delicious tacos.

Mexican-barbecue fusion. Otherwise known as Tex-Mex.
Darren muzzled so he didn’t start before I’d finished taking the picture.

Dare I say it and for sure our waistlines are acknowledging this, but yet another donut shop. This one run out of a converted airstream trailer, right outside the Impact Hub, called Fat Bastard Donuts. Oops sorry, my subconscious speaking, actually it was Big Fat Donuts.

I’m not sure I ever truly appreciated the American partnering of chicken and waffles. And so who would’ve ever thought chicken and donuts would be a thing. Therein lies the realization that diets are for tomorrow and this crazy abomination, served with honey butter (like it needs any excuse for extra unctuousness) was somehow to die for.

I give you the MotherClucker. Yes, there’s a donut under there.

For sure we didn’t come close to walking off all those calories. But Austin has a great network of paths centered around the riverfront that served us well for our early morning walks, getting out and about to see the city.

The downtown skyline
Darren trying not to look like a serial killer

We came across Barton Springs “pool” one morning, which did not make for an impressive photo. It was shortly after sunrise. One of those sunrises with no sun – chilly and windy. I just missed snapping a swimmer in the water and there were other brave souls who had recently emerged. It was maybe 5 degrees C, tops. Rather them than me. Maybe they were trying to make up for the donuts too.

A quick google search revealed this is how it looks in the summer. A non-COVID summer I presume.

I was mightily impressed to see three climbers scaling the sheer wall of one of the skyscraper buildings. I thought it must be one of those social media stunts, “Hey, look at me! So what did you achieve before breakfast this morning…?” and immediately felt woefully inadequate.

Moral of the story: don’t judge yourself against the achievement of others. Turns out perception is not always reality.

Turns out they were cleaning the windows

Isolation By The Sea

After Mobile, Alabama, and NOLA, the shock of two cities in a row was enough to send us reeling back into no-man’s land. Many countries in Europe, along with certain US states were becoming more locked down by the day. We’d moved on to Texas, actually one of the more open US states, but we thought we’d do a solidarity lockdown for all you girls and boys out there experiencing the same.

True self-isolation for us was at a beach house on the Bolivar Peninsular. Sounds like an exotic elusive Russian hideout but it’s actually on the Gulf Coast. The closest city is Galveston, Texas but that’s so far away we might as well be in Russia.

We’d stocked up with food for the week and with the nearest store about an hour away, we were going nowhere. Anything we forgot, well we’d just have to make do. You’d think milk would be one of those things you wouldn’t forget but sure enough, by day two we were on black coffee.

We experimented throughout the week with almond milk, non-dairy creamer (thoughtfully left in the kitchen cupboard by another visitor who’d no doubt befallen the same fate) and even condensed milk. Which was the outright winner – if you haven’t tried condensed milk in your coffee, do yourself a favor.

We also ran out of stuff to eat for breakfast.
Darren rustled up a concoction of leftovers.

The beach house itself was mere steps away from the ocean. The large outside deck with seaview was perfect for working. Well, a bit chilly for me actually, it is December you know.

And sometimes you just need to be cozy inside

Even inside, there was no forgetting we were at the beach. Beach house theming on steroids. Generally tastefully done, but this is a mere selection of some of the ocean-themed decor.

The morning walk pictures might feel a bit deja vu. There’s only so many different sunrise shots you can get from walking along a beach very similar to another one a few hundred miles away on the same coast. So after Ocracoke, Hilton Head Island and the Florida pan handle, sorry this is just more of the same.

The Hamiltons do stilts

Breaking it up with some photos from beach walks a little later in the morning.

We didn’t see anyone but evidence that there is someone else down here, somewhere…

And then there’s the sunset shots.

Ooh and then it started to get stormy towards the end of the week.

Oh the monotony of lonesome days of beach walks and sunrises, interspersed with work days on video calls, rounded off with home-cooking. Actually, maybe this self-isolating thing isn’t so bad after all.

We literally saw more dead fish than people. I also realized that of all the photos in this post, the only ones of me are a silhouette and a shadow.
Must try harder next time.

NOLA

Tick tock, tick tock. We hit December to find ourselves still over 2,000 miles from home. (Yes, we do have one!). From Mobile, Alabama, we zipped through Mississippi – blinked and almost missed it – to spend a few days in New Orleans, Louisiana. Pronounced with a southern drawl as Nyawlins, or NOLA for short.

BaseCamp parked up outside our Airbnb in NOLA

The Airbnb we were staying in excelled in eclectic decor and drug-induced Barbie art. Yes really. Darren got some funny looks on Zoom calls where people were trying to read the neon sign behind his head saying “Don’t do coke in the bathroom”. Meanwhile I blurred my background to avoid any questions about Barbie snorting coke or pole dancing. Those exaggerated model facial features, irregular body proportions and pliable limbs were not what you’d call work-appropriate.

Pretty much need sunglasses on indoors

Oh and did I mention donuts? Yup, got them here too. Even though New Orleans is famous for beignets, we found a donut shop that was out of this world.

That there eggnog one, taking center stage.
Just. So. Good.

You can’t do Nyawlins without hitting up Bourbon street in the French Quarter. With neon lights, thumping music, and people wandering around with “to go” cups of fluorescent cocktails, it embodies the life and soul of a party city. Here, the raucous revelry never stops. Although I have to say it was somewhat muted by COVID, a little quieter than normal. If you’re planning a special celebration or event, a corporate event planner can help bring the vibrancy and energy of the city to life in a way that’s unforgettable.

Admittedly this was early doors (mid-afternoon).
But maybe there’s some hope, Bourbon Street in a pandemic was not its usual kicking self.

That was until we came across the wedding party. While many a wedding has been impacted by COVID this year, it wasn’t going to stop this couple, drinks in hand and brass band procession behind. We wished them well and gave them a wide berth, admiring their choice of limo hire for your wedding around Perth. If you’re planning something similar, you might want to consider professional event services, like those offered by https://liveeventproduction.uk/live-event-production-for-weddings/, to help make your day truly special.”

We skirted the indoor bars in favor of patios, courtyards and balconies. Which made for a chilly date night!

Worst ‘Old Fashioned’ ever. What on earth was I thinking?
Awesome converted church bar
Had to resort to a hot toddy!

Gotta love the cute houses here, complemented by tasteful Christmas decor.

But there’s nothing that captures the feel of a place more than wandering around the local neighborhoods. Election fever and all that nonsense was over… but Trump still wasn’t budging.

So a local resident went in a different direction. My hero.

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