Postcards from Tina Town
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Torrey Pines State Natural Reserve
Pick one or a few of the many trails at the Torrey Pines State Natural Reserve and you’ll be sure to see stunning views, the wonders of nature and a few squirrels too. All while enjoying the cool breeze and the sound of the ocean, oh and the occasional fighter jet thundering across the sky.
Just make room for the dozens of runners who use these trails as their training route. Californians sure like to exercise!
(Source: torreypine.org)
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16 minutes at the laundromat
I love laundry day. For those of you deprived of the need to go to the laundromat, here is why I love it.
My laundromat friends today:
- Elvis impersonator
- Fat man
- Asian woman
There I am waiting the 16 minutes for my laundry to dry. A very pale man with unnaturally dark hair comes up to me.
“Excuse me,” he said. “I’ve just put a quarter in that machine over there. Can you please make sure no one uses it?”
“Ahhh sure, that one just there?” I ask.
“Yeah, there’s just a lot of trash in the machine.”
Sure buddy, pretty sure if there is trash in the machine no one is going to use it anyway. I’m sure your quarter is safe and sound. Wait, are those his clothes? What…yup, Elvis costume.
Cue fat man with no spatial awareness bumping his fat belly into the table I’m leaning on. Fat man grunts, walks away.
9 minutes. The Asian woman on her maiden trip to the laundromat is staring at her clothes in the dryer that isn’t on.
“You need to put money into the machine,” laundromat man.
Asian woman proceeds to put notes into the machine. No lady, you need to put the coins into the dryer machine, not the coin dispenser. You’ve just turned your $7 in bills into a bag of quarters.
7 minutes. Laundromat man - just does it himself.
6 minutes. Fat man bumps his belly into the table again. Fat man grunts, walks away.
5 minutes. Elvis comes back to show the laundromat man the trash in his machine.
“Next time check the machine before you put money in it,” said the laundromat man. Pure genius.
2 minutes. Fat man bumps his belly into the table. Fat man grunts, walks away.
Laundry is done. I can only wonder what next week will bring.
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Now this is a zoo!
If you feel bad going to a zoo seeing all the animals caged up in their tiny enclosures then the San Diego Safari Park might be a little more your style.
Sure the animals are still in their enclosures, but here they have so much space to roam around in. It was so nice to see so much space made available to the animals so they didn’t have to be tormented by screaming kids and camera flashes all day long. It was like seeing them in their natural habitat…only not.
Pay a bit extra and you can jump on a truck to get driven around in the actual enclosure and get right up close to the giraffes. They must be so used to people by now. If you’re lucky and the giraffes come up to the main path you can pay $5 for some twigs and leaves and feed the giraffes yourself.
They also had American Bald Eagles. I found out I wasn’t the only one who didn’t know if they were extinct. Apparently Americans don’t know either…although some may not know the meaning of the word extinct.
A woman was at the enclosure and exclaimed, “Bald eagles! They’re extinct!”…..ah, no. There’s two of them sitting right there idiot.
My conclusion about the San Diego Zoos? Quite enjoyable once you learn to block out all the stupid things people say.
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Ben: We have lamingtons and pavlova in Australia.
Anon. US Citizen: I can’t even pronounce those words.
