Another long walk, spoiled

Last night I went to see Justice League at the cinema in the Nu Sentral mall in Kuala Lumpur. I like going to the cinema when I get to KL because on the first night of a work trip, it’s a good antidote to the rigours of travel, and there’s a good burger joint nearby. Unfortunately, I only had 16 ringgit and the burger place only took cash, *and* the nearest ATM is 5 floors down, so there was a lot of rushing around and sweating before I got to see the film, but it was two hours of costumed silliness with a plot that wasn’t as duff as Suicide Squad, and not so grimdark that all you wanted to do was die. Continue reading “Another long walk, spoiled”

Another early start

Yesterday I ran along a beautiful beach, looking out at the sunrise reflected off the bottom of fluffy clouds. Today, I ran under slate grey skies, the wind gnawing at me, the threat of rain omnipresent. This is how it goes.
At least I had a coconspirator to inspire me to keep running; Rob, one of our friends from Seattle. Although perhaps he had been persuaded by the promise of fried eggs for breakfast afterward.
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Travelling around New York

This evening I got an UberPool to the restaurant where I was meeting my friends. I hadn’t encountered this before – with a normal Uber or UberX, where a car appears, driven by a random member of the public, and you’re then whisked to your destination. Instead, with UberPool, a car appears, driven by a random member of the public, and then you’re driven 13 blocks in the opposite direction to pick up another random member of the public, who doesn’t understand that to get into the car she has to be at street level and not up in her apartment. And then you sit for 30 mintues in rush hour traffic, growing nauseous and enraged until finally you clamber out on Broadway, somewhere north of Times Square, outside a Chinese restaurant. Continue reading “Travelling around New York”

The journey is not more important than the destination

Yesterday we walked for a mile or two in search of the French Bakery, a well-concealed bakery somewhere in Bellevue. We didn’t find it, eventually giving up and going to the Fresh Cafe instead, far in the depths of office buildings in northern Bellevue, where the staff told us there wasn’t any WiFi (there was) and then sold us revolting egg-and-cheese-in-croissant concoctions. That wasn’t the beat start to the day.

Still, my wife researched things more carefully and later found the French Bakery, hidden halfway down a block just over from where we’d given up. It turned out to be just another anodyne cafe, not a joyous nexus of Galkic charm, baguettes and men in stripy sweaters.

Today, we continued in our quest for new and wonderful eating experiences, by trying to eat doughnuts for dinner.
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Out among the redwoods

We got out of town today, up to Muir Woods, a national monument. (Which in this case seems to mean it’s got park rangers, but it isn’t big enough to be a national park.) Muir Woods was protected by the work and legislation of Theodore Roosevelt, a man who enjoyed hunting animals, so cynically I figured he was really interested in securing more space to shoot bears in. But we didn’t see any animals being hunted by mustachioed American presidents while we were there today.
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