:) (I can blog because I have a new laptop)
The reference to Tarantula's (in case you didn't notice) comes from a Museum I visited recently in Melbourne....where I spent an hour or so completely ensconced in the spider haven. I stood there wondering what would happen if you could train Tarantula's to perform circus acts and take them around the world...umm anyway...
I arrived in Kalifornia. My flight was not the best, but I figured it is only 14 hours of 'slight discomfort' to endure. I had the sweetest old french woman sitting next to me who made a wonderful travelling companion, although she did insist I try some of her hand cream which I assumed would be french joi de ve or something similar but instead smelt like...shit. oui
My friend Trace picked me up from the Airport, where once again, I was searched...and thoroughly this time....by a female officer. I don't know what they would expect I might have on me....drugs? tarantulas? a pistol strapped to my thigh? Ha! I've been here four days? five? and the jetlag has killed me....last visit I didn't notice it...this time I have....but I don't think I'm quite the same. It is probably only today that I have felt I am beginning to tackle the time difference. It is also....fucking freezing. Sunny...but fucking freezing at night. I have a little smoking area out the back of Trace's, where I sit with my legs pulled tight against my chest like a kidlet...banished from society for being caught...being naughty. In order not to feel like an imposter in my friends home (I'm more than likely going to feel that way wherever I go regardless) I decided that I would pay my way by doing jobs for her....cleaning around her windows and yard, some office work and teaching her to cook healthy Australian food :/ I'll start with a braised beef and vegetable stir fry (sounds chinese....which reminds me) A man asked me where I was from. "Australia" I replied. "Aaah" he said "Isn't it true Australia has very close ties with China"? I wouldn't have a clue....but I did reply with "Yes...we are conspiring to blow America and the rest of the world up!....unless of course you guys have close ties with Russia...in which case our plan might backfire" :) But more than anything else I have been mistaken for being English...I think it's because I don't say much and by the time I do....everyone has gone home. :)
I'm here for three months-ish, so I figured it pointless to just rush out and do eveything within the first week, therefore I've been pretty quiet...doing a lot of walking, scouring bookstores and vintage clothing stores (Robyn if you are reading this, you would be salivating in your pants...trust me) I've concluded....although I have known for many years that I am plainly and simply....an oddball. As I find my mind, feet and gravitation...I have also concluded that I detest department stores, I eat air and I appear to be more interested in stopping on roads I don't know, chatting with people who stand on the footpath twirling 'Subway' signs and giving cigarettes to strangers :) Oh, which reminds me....a packet of Pall Mall....$4.50 ugh....compared to the $15-$20 we pay back home for our death sticks...lonesome highway robbery!
It's cool....and so are you mi amigos ;)