Thursday, October 05, 2006

The Real America

After a couple of days in Seattle, I boarded a greyhound again. A packed one this time, for a really authentic American travel experience. South of Seattle, with its bookstores, wonders in blown glass and lively music scene, you hit Tacoma, with the steel greey Tacoma Dome, advertising "cage fights" and a bus-stop out the front of the Bullseye Pistol Range. Ahhh, now this is America.

Behind me I'm hearing these two guys have a conversation.

"So, do you know anyone who would be into like, buying illegal weapons? It's a traditional mace, it's really nice. I'd keep it, but I'm trying to get an apartment with my girlfriend and..."

"Yeah, movin' that kind of merchandise can be real hard, pal. Yer best bet is the internet."

And so on. Then I arrived in Portland, which at first appeared to be nothing but a complicated knot of elevated highways but on the inside turns out to be a classic American town with leafy streets and big old wooden houses like something from Lovecraft or Stephen King. Which is interesting, because starting this week is the HP Lovecraft film festival, which will be opened by a "Cthulhu prayer and blessing".

America is fun.

6 comments:

Naomi said...

Oh god, you're coming back with Cthulhu toys, aren't you?

Sounds like events in America are planned around when nerds like you visit. Glad you're having a good time :)

Anonymous said...

I wanna a traditional mace!

I'm assuming he meant the ones you hit people in the face with, not spray them in the face with...

lisa said...

Thanks for your text message today - three hours later, I got talking to a guy who's originally from Portland! Sounds like a great city.

Anonymous said...

If you see those guys again, let them know that they could probably offload their weapons at the Carribean Markets.

Rami and I went there yesterday...let's just say it wasn't quite what we were expecting.

Naomi said...

Caroline- what, do you mean the guys selling you your moccasins were NOT Jamaican? Carribean Gardens doesn;t strike me as oyur kind of place, honey.

Anonymous said...

I know. The reason why we went there is a long story.