USA

Didn't really see much of Los Angeles, I was just waiting for the plane really. I was staying right next to Hermosa Beach, where there was a beach volleyball competition taking place. I was there when it was the men's competition, timing as ever. Living in North Devon, it was nice to see people surfing in ordinary swimwear, not looking like they were constantly on the edge of hypothermia.
Anyhoo, I was really just waiting for the plane to Hawaii, which I took on the 17th July. I was really looking forward to Hawaii, which is probably a mistake when travelling like this. It is probably better to be pleasantly surprised than disappointed. First thing you notice about Hawaii is the humidity, the second thing you notice is the humidity. As soon as you get out of the shower, you expend enough energy drying yourself to ensure a healthy sweat, and then you feel like another shower. Even lying dead still in bed at night was enough to bring you out in a sweat. Of course it didn't help that the hostel I was staying in thought that a ceiling fan somehow constituted air-conditioning. Still at least I could go and sunbath on the world famous Waikiki Beach. Well I could, but it's tiny, when the tide is in you can have your feet in the water and reach out and touch the hotel behind you. Then I found out that the beach is man-made, and most of the sand has been shipped in from Australia. Still the water was beautifully clear and warm, and I'm pretty sure they don't pipe that in from somewhere.
In all I was quite glad to be heading off for the New Zealand winter, and a rest for my sweat glands.

The Grand Canyon gives Americans the opportunity to use the word awesome in it's proper sense. I have seen countless TV programs, seen countless photographs, and yet it still took my breath away. Our guide made us do something that we all thought a bit silly. He got us to cover our eyes with one hand and only look down at the feet of the person in front as we shuffled up to the canyon. Once we were all lined up along the rim we did a simultaneous reveal. He got it just right. As you lift your hand, you just can't believe that the canyon just keeps going and going in every direction. As usual I have scores of photos that will just not convey the sheer scale of it. We went to various different points and had a couple of hours trekking down into the canyon, but it all pales in comparison to that first impression.
On the way back in the van, when we were discussing the day, I said that it was one of the few occasions where the word awesome was appropriate, and our guide Micheal told the story of another british guy who had picked him up on his use of the word. He said that every time he had used the word during the day, the guy had said "awesome, like a hotdog or like the universe"

There's barking mad, and then slightly to the bonkers side, there's Vegas. At first I didn't really get it, but then I had a drink and it all became much clearer (or much more hazy). You can indulge almost any vice you like in Vegas and you can choose exactly when you want to do it, and that's the point. I should think the only thing you can get arrested for is littering.
When you enter Las Vegas they search you for any sort of budget plans or spending limit you may have decided on. If they find any, they tear it up in front of you, laughing hysterically. You can do Vegas cheaply, but it's much easier just to spend some money.
I thought that I should gamble, as it would seem almost rude not to. I fancied Blackjack, as I can just about remember the rules. I walked up to a table, and then clocking the $50 minimum bet, stopped short and pretended to be watching. After a short while I slunk off to the 25c slots, and threw some money away. The 25c machines don't even do anything, there's no holding, nudging or gambling, you just press a button and win or lose. People load them up with hundreds of credits, and then just sit there for hours pressing a button until all the money is gone. The people I like best are the ones who have a charge card on a coiled cord, connected to their belt. When I saw rows of them plugged into the slot machines, connected by this little umbilical, I couldn't help thinking of the matrix.
Having experienced the thrill of gambling for a few brief moments, I had to see a show. Being the high net worth individual that I am, I went straight to the cut price tickets booth. Of course none of the really big shows are going to feature here, but as Celion Dion and Elton John are currently the big names I wasn't really bothered. The biggest comedy show at the moment is Rita Rudner (who used to be quite big in the UK) , and they had tickets for her show. What's more they were VIP tickets. This meant that I got to do a "meet & greet" with the star herself. This was a really bizarre event where a group of sad individuals like me lined up in order to have a few words with, and be photographed with, Ms Rudner. So I now have another hideous memento photo to go with the one of me praying for death on the Stratosphere ride.
So, completely overspent I move on to Flagstaff and the Grand Canyon, and hopefully some semblence of sanity.

At last a city with a difference - hills. San Francisco really does stand out from the crowd. It has all the usual Starbucks and Subway overload, but it also has stonking great hills that nearly kill you then reward you with a spectacular view. Again I was lucky with the weather, because the notorious fog would take away most of the views. Even then you'd still have the fabulous cable cars running up and down the hills.
People had told me that the 4th July celebrations would be, in the American sense, awesome, so I went down to the waterfront to see if I could be awed. Apart from a couple of bands and a few street entertainers, it was all a bit low-key. The locals seemed to celebrate by covering every available inch of grass with barbecues, drinking beer, and throwing footballs to each other. The main event was the firework display in the evening. It was an impressive show, and at times I did feel a slight bit of awe. The problem with fireworks of course ( or the advantage, depending on your point of view) is that the better they are the less time they last, so it was all over fairly quickly. Walking back across town it was all very quiet, I suppose most people had work the next day.
Having walked over the Golden Gate bridge on the 4th, my tourist head suggested a trip to Alcatraz. It was only $21.75 which seemed quite reasonable for what you got, then reality bit. It was Thursday morning, and they were taking bookings for Sunday afternoon. Oh well, $21.75 back in the kitty.
My last day saw me with some time to kill before catching the bus. As I had been wondering about the workings of the cable cars, I headed for the cable car museum. It turned out to be fascinating, and even better free. If you go to San Francisco, as well as making sure to wear some flowers in your hair, spare an hour for the cable car museum.

Had a great time in Chicago, staying with an old friend and his family. I got to stay in a real home, was fed in style, and entertained for the whole weekend.
Didn't get off to a great start, as I had put his old address in my address book. I felt a sense of accomplishment when I managed to make my way from the bus station to his apartment unaided, which was shattered when the security guy said no one of that name lived there. The rest of the weekend went much better, probably because I wasn't in charge. All too soon it was back on the Greyhound.