Now (just) back in the USA, hanging out in Minnesota, camping at Lake Superior, then visiting
By far, this was the most surreal place I’ve ever set foot in (on): White Pocket, in Vermilion Cliffs National Monument Arizona, just south of the border of Utah. If you’ve ever wanted to walk inside a Francis Bacon and H.R. Giger collaboration, go to White Pocket.
Finally had a chance to put up some photos from last year’s Tulum/Las Vegas trip (tap to see full gallery). Tulum, in Mexico, is a beautiful beach area about two hours drive south of Cancun. If you want to avoid a Bali-like tourist experience, I highly recommend driving out of Cancun immediately after you fly in, and bypassing Playa del Carmen entirely. Just drive an extra hour and get the same — if not better — beaches, with far fewer people.
Long overdue (again) but here are a bunch of photos from a recent trip to North East USA (and Canadia). Chronological order of the trip is as follows: Boston, Massachusetts — on the weekend the Boston Red Sox won their first baseball championship on home soil in 96 years (a really big deal!) Toronto, Canada New York City The big photo takes you to the full gallery :)
Americaaaah, f@#k yeah!
No need to be alarmed folks — your government is not run by the mafia… ;)
Moving to a new city means meeting many, many new people. Meeting new people often means exchanging phone numbers and email address (I’m not on Facebizzle). In Malaysia, I had to whip up some DIY business cards for KL Design Week which worked a treat[1. Well, kinda: some people didn’t get that the cards flipped up to reveal new information, and instead tried to open the fold up completely. As a UX guy, this annoyed me, but I stuck with it because it generally worked for the intended purpose.].
Over the Christmas/New Year’s break, we left New York City and headed south to Florida — the idea being we’d freeze a little in NYC then thaw out in sunny Florida. We had perfect weather in Florida. The locals remarked on the unusual slice of summer in the middle of winter. Not that it gets cold in Florida, but while we were there it was particularly warm. I’ll be honest, I didn’t really like Florida. I didn’t dislike it, but I probably wouldn’t go back without a specific reason like a music or tennis event, or a wedding perhaps.
I must admit, as much as I like the concept of living an uncomplicated life in “the country” someday, I absolutely loved New York City. And from this week-long encounter in The Big Apple, I’ve begun to let go of the notion that I’d thrive away from a big city. I am at heart, I believe, a city boy. I was intending to write up a loose diary of sorts for my wife and my first visit to New York City over Christmas, but a) I can’t remember everything we did to the letter, I mean, I have some notes scribed from a less distant memory, but there were so many little places, nooks, experiences that defy a quick description on this blog, and b) it’d take donkey’s years.