The night before we left L.A., we hit the Venice beach and went to see the Venice canals. When we got back to the hostel, it was late, but we didn’t care, because we knew we could sleep in the next morning. Of course, that didn’t plan out as we hoped.
We shared our room with two Asian guys and at 6:30 a.m. their alarm went off and they started packing, because they had to leave. There’s no problem with packing or leaving, if you do it quietly and quickly. They didn’t. It would’ve been easier to sleep during a Pamplona stampede than with those two packing in the room. After 30 minutes of rustling through at least 70 different plastic bags and knocking over everything they could possibly knock over, I lifted up my head, put off my sleeping mask and said “Resno?!” which is Slovene for seriously. I thought it would have more weight if they didn’t understand me. Aren’t Asian people supposed to be polite and quiet and considerate?! I wonder what went wrong with those two, was it puberty or just globalization? Eventually they left, but I couldn’t fall back to sleep so I just got up, which turned out to be a mistake.
After leaving L.A., we headed to San Diego to go see the orkas in the Sea World fun park. Seeing a live killer whale was my ultimate dream and when I first saw the glimpse of a black fin, I literally shrieked, clasped my hands and ran to the swimming pool. After the initial excitement wore off, I realized that my dream was to see an orka in its natural habitat, not in a tuna can of a swimming pool.
From San Diego, we decided to drive the entire night to get to the Grand Canyon – we stopped every two hours, stretched and switched. When the dawn broke, me and Veronika switched places and she soon fell asleep, those Asian fucked us both up, we were beat. I put Kaklbrenner’s Berlin Calling on, the sun was rising on my right, all of the sky was pink and suddenly a rainbow appeared on my left. It was one of the most perfectly orchestrated moments of my life. As if my life became a period instead of being a question mark or three dots indecisively standing next to each other.
The Grand Canyon was pretty cool, I don’t think I’ve ever taken as many shots of a big hole as I did yesterday (and I probably never will). That’s what The Canyon actually is – a big red rocky hole. When we got off the tour bus and reached the first vista point, a boy said: “Now that’s a big canyon!” Add a hint of a southern accent to that, it was hilarious.
One of my favorite highlights was seeing a thunderstorm while driving across Arizona. The lightnings were something else, one could probably supply enough power for my entire country for the next 3 centuries. One hit really close and split into two branches not high above the road and one branch hit on one side and the other on the other side of the road as we drove under the lightning arch, it was insane. When we passed the Flintstones camp, the rain came down and it came down hard. A few miles ahead there was a car crash and the minivan was completely smashed – the road conditions were perfect for someone who slept for 6 hours in two days, no doubt. Eventually the sky cleared and we drove into Vegas at dusk.
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