Tagged: as pretty as an airport

Please do not judge the fish.

San Francisco: An Epistle

Dear San Francisco,  I owe you an apology.  I’m sorry I went to Seattle and said it was just as good as you but without the price tag. I’m sorry I was seduced by...

Connections: Houston

“People in IAH are rude today. Passengers, anyway.” Travel journal, 11 April 2014 After my ill-fated attempts to transfer through sexy airports like SFO and JFK, I quickly realised that the road less travelled...

Los Angeles: Briefly Motionless

After the friendliness of the Pacific Northwest, LA’s carefully coiffed standoffishness is jarring. I hate this city. What am I doing here? Travel journal, 28 April 2014 After nearly a month of navigating the...

Portland bridge

Portland: Echoes of the familiar

“This is because I didn’t sit before leaving my sister’s flat…” — Travel journal, 26 April 2014 Although no one I know lived in Portland when I visited, almost everyone had an opinion on...

The post-trip blogs

How do you summarize a month flying to and fro across a continent? I’m writing at 32,000 feet from a spacious economy seat, having finally managed to nonverbally convince the person in the middle...