New Toys

I'm a happy boy, because over the last couple of weeks, I've added two new cameras to the collection. It's a bit silly, I know, but they were just cheapo impulse buys from Trademe (like NZ's version of ebay). The two I've added are this lovely wee Olympus 35DC Rangefinder which arrived yesterday, and a Nikon F65, which arrived at the start of January.

The wee Olympus is as-yet untested, so I'm not sure how that'll go. The Zuiko 40/1.7 lens stuck on the front has a good rep, and the rangefinder seems in pretty good shape. However, the light seals are knackered (all gummed up), the leather covering on the body seems to be coming unglued, and the battery indicator doesn't work, even though the meter seems to be reading fairly correctly. I've stuck a roll of Kodak Ultramax 400 in it, so we'll see how that turns out.

On a more practical 35mm note, the F65 has been great. It works with all of my Nikkor lenses from the D700, and it weighs next to nothing. The F65 and AF Nikkor 50mm f/1.8 D actually weigh less than my Olympus OM10 and Zuiko 50mm f/1.8, something I never thought possible! The 50mm's pretty much lived on it though, as the F65 does look a tad ridiculous with the 80-200/2.8 mounted! You can see all the photos taken on it do far here

Other than the new toys though, I'm currently trying to fix my website after discovering that it looks a bit rubbish in anything other than internet explorer. Guess I'll just need to start brushing up on the CSS!

Intercontinental

From LA, my next leg was a hefty flight on a Qantas 747 across the Pacific to Auckland. While this sounds like it could be the worst thing imaginable, it was surprisingly not bad. I managed to get to the airport nice and early, so I was one of the first to check in. This gave me the very hefty advantage of being able to ask for one of the emergency exit seats. For those of you not aware, I'm quite a tall guy at six feet and three inches (or about 190cm for those of a metric inclination). If you've ever travelled economy on any airline anywhere, you'll probably be aware of how the seats offer a degree of legroom to proportionally increase agony levels with every inch gained in height above five foot nothing.

Thankfully, I got the emergency seats, and the associated additional legroom. However, when I got on the plane, I was faced with a bit of a weird situation. The guy in the seat next to mine looked like a bizarre genetic experiment splicing John Travolta and Gary Glitter into one weird, weird looking human being. Of course, I had the added benefit of being stuck right next to the air hostesses station, so at least the view was quite nice in one direction.

The flight was pretty long, about 14 hours in total. It wasn't a particularly fun experience, and even my favourite thing was spoilt. My favourite thing about flying anywhere is watching the moving map on the TV screens. When your plane's over the middle of the pacific ocean, the map shows a bunch of blue stuff with a wee grey plane in the middle for about ten hours. Oh well, can't win them all...

Photo Credit: Steve Downe

So Cal

After my adventures round and about Northern California, I was left with very little time to explore much of the south. I had planned to visit San Diego, but that plan had to go out the window. I was left with only two days between leaving San Francisco and my flight departing from LAX for Auckland, so I decided that after a few weeks of living out of my rucksack going between youth hostels, that I would treat myself to two nights in the Radisson Hotel out at LAX airport.

Just about everyone I'd spoken to had said that LA was a bit rubbish, and I was inclined to believe them. When I got there, I just found the place a bit horrible. Everything's just sprawled out - there's no definable focal point for the city, and the people seemed more concerned with being seen than whatever it was they were doing at the time.

I have to admit, I loved the Radisson when I first arrived - room service pizza, VERY comfortable beds, a huge big room, and no room-mates snoring through the night. After the initial novelty wore off, I actually realised just how much I missed staying in backpacker hostels. The hotel being situated near the airport meant it wasn't very close to much else, and hence the room service pizza was pretty much my only option for food. The biggest thing I missed was the company though - the best thing about hostelling is meeting all kinds of new and different people from all different parts of the world, and staying in a hotel didn't come with that kind of fun experience.

I did manage one day trip out of the hostel along to a place called Manhattan beach, which was apparently the world beach volleyball capital or something like that. It was a bit weird, with all the tanned, toned and surgically tweaked bodies being shown off all over the place. Definitely no comparisons to Saltcoats shore and the fish-supper-fuelled efforts down there! My only real shooting was a wee bit of night stuff underneath one of the airport runways, doing a bit of a Wayne's World... WAAAAAAHH! I also found the adverts for the local ambulance chasers quite amusing - made some of the UK's claims direct ads look top class.

Nor Cal

The adventures in San Francisco didn't end at the Pet Cemetery, thankfully. Actually, thinking about it, if they had, it would've made quite a nice horror B-Movie, but that's a different story altogether.

I hung out with Roxanne a little bit more around the city, taking some cool little trips around a bunch of places. One of those cool places was Corona Heights, a hill looking down over the city. The sun began to set as we were up there, leaving the sky resembling what Roxanne called a "Golden Soup". I'd never heard the sky compared to soup before, but hey, it worked!

Soon enough, we'd decided it would be fun to take a wee trip up to Roxanne's home town of Stockton, then on up towards Lake Tahoe, where she needed to pick up her car. We jumped on the Amtrak, spent a night in Stockton, then met up with Roxanne's friend Katie. The drive up to Tahoe was pretty immense, some real big mountains and cool desolate scenery, and especially cool colours in the vegetation, as Autumn was just beginning to set in.

We spent one night up in Katie's family's cabin out in the woods. I think the girls had maybe expected a little excitement after buying me a bottle of beer called "Kiltlifter" in a supermarket on the way up! Sadly though, despite its 7.5% potency, we were all a bit too tired for any kilt-based antics and just hit the hay. The next morning was spent helping Katie's dad ready the cabin for winter. This involved not only locking away anything that wasn't bolted down (because of bears and very heavy snowfalls) but also dismantling an old stove that needed to be taken down to civilisation to be repaired and refurbished.

Heading back, Roxanne and I decided a trip around the shores of Lake Tahoe would be in order. Heading down the road from the cabin to the main town of South Lake Tahoe, we met Nikolai and Eve, a Bulgarian couple who had lived in France and were now living in San Jose. They'd pulled over at a little layby to take a picture down the impressive valley, and had managed to get themselves locked out of their car, with the keys inside. After many attempts to call their insurance company to arrange assistance, eventually a Highway Patrol officer passed by and was able to help them out, so Roxanne and I got on the road. Our trip around the lake was a bit of a non-event due to some Rotten Weather, but I did at least get to say I'd been in Nevada!

Next stop was back down to Stockton again where I stayed at Roxanne's for a few days. Stockton is the home of alt-rock legends Pavement, and nearby Modesto was where Grandaddy (one of my favourite bands!) hailed from, and being around there, I could kinda see where their sounds came from. I got to hang out at the excellent, but now-defunct Stockton Cycles, meet some gangstas, and try skateboarding and fixed-wheel cycling for the first time in Stockton, which was all kinda fun!

While Stockton was fun, I needed to head back into San Francisco where I'd catch my train to LA. My second visit to SF was considerably quieter, but just as fun, hanging out with Roxanne and more of her friends and just enjoying the excellent California sunshine.

Been Too Long!

It's been far too long since I last posted on here! I have steady, regular access to the internet now, so I'll try and get a few things updated. Works in progress include charting my travels on a Google Earth KML file so that everyone can see just where I've been.

As for the current situation, I'm now based in Wellington, New Zealand. I'm currently working for the Ministry for Culture and Heritage helping keep their events website NZLive.com up to date. I'm living in a nice house in the Mount Victoria area, and all's good.

Keep your eyes peeled for more stories from my travels!