We arrived in Vegas on Sunday afternoon, Oct 1, and we went to a show that night at the MGM at 7pm. We came out around 8:30pm. A few hours later, unfortunately, history was made…
So it’s travel time again.
To the U.S of A (again) for the next 4 weeks.
This time we’re taking 10 friends with us!
Sitting down to dinner tonight in Ubud, Indonesia, it dawned on Sel and I that Indonesia has no concept of what a millionaire is.
Why? Because 1,000,000 rupiah is the equivalent of about 96 Aussie bucks.
The photo challenge this week is Time
Using my phone, I quickly snapped this pic yesterday afternoon on the (usually busy) streets of Ubud, Indonesia. This little pup sat there as if he was waiting patiently for the traffic to pass, as if he had all the time in the world. He eventually trotted over to the other side and disappeared behind a row of scooters.
I’m typing this at 10,000 feet, cruising through the clouds, bound for Indonesia. Sel and I will do our best to switch off our sources of stress, avoid avenues of anxiety, and just have a damn good relax.
Before boarding this flight though, I couldn’t help but notice my airport experience, and although it was like every other airport experience I’ve had, this time I had a keyboard handy so I thought I’d take a few notes.
This week’s photo challenge is about being Optimistic
People venture to Las Vegas full of optimism, closely followed by dashed hopes, despair & empty wallets!.
In April last year while in Los Angeles we ventured down to Santa Monica Pier and Venice Beach for the day. As it turned out, Venice was one of my favourite destinations during our 7 week trek across the United States.
Older people rollerskated near a much younger generation of skateboarders. The hustle-bustle of tourists, locals, out-of-towners and wanderers stretched along a seemingly infinite path, casually sidestepping oncoming bicycles, scooters and rollerblades. One eye people-watched while my other eye scoured the goods laid out by an eclectic, and mostly happy group of artisans. We strode past Muscle beach, invoking images of old-school bodybuilders in daggy 80’s workout clothes.
It was bustling, but peaceful. Modern, but nostalgic. Crowded, but spacious. The entire area was a contradiction of itself and I loved it. So did my camera, although it didn’t get used to its full extent. Maybe one day I’ll go back and let the camera lead the way.
But for now, here are a few things I did capture. I’ve also included shots taken from the pier and surrounds…