Flagstaff and The Grand Canyon

Trip Start May 08, 2006
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Trip End May 06, 2007


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Friday, June 2, 2006

Well I've been slack and for that I apologise, but it's because I've been having such a DAMN GOOD TIME! Since my last entry I have been to Flagstaff, San Diego, Los Angeles, Hawaii and Fiji, and I have lovingly been writing these entries in Fiji just for all of you.

So then... Flagstaff. It seems so long ago. My main intention for going here was to use it as a base to go and see the Grand Canyon and then just look around the town for a day or two. I ended up staying for 6 nights.

I visited the Grand Canyon on the day I arrived, directly after the overnight train journey and a quick shower at the 'Grand Canyon International Hostel'. After meeting a crazy Asian guy with a nervous disposition (who reminded me of that kid who drinks all the coffee in South Park), and a number of English people, we embarked on the 2 hour journey to the canyon with our faithful bus driver - Bob. The scenery leading up to the 'big hole in the ground' - as it is enthusiastically described by the locals - is surprisingly lush, not the arid desert that I was expecting.

There was no indication at all that we were nearing a canyon of unimaginable size and that made it all the more impressive when we actually reached the edge of the South Rim. It looks like a cardboard backdrop. The air is so still and devoid of cloud that only the occasional eagle drifting across the horizon reminds you that what you're looking at actually exists. Unfortunately the pictures I took won't do it justice so you'll have to go there yourself.

I went back to Flagstaff and was dutifully informed of free unlimited Internet access at the local university by one of my room-mates. I'm going to start mentioning some of the people I've met because I got told off recently for not doing so by Sandy, an American lady I met on the train to Salt Lake City who shares my intense fascination for tumbleweed (there you go my dear). I met a guy called Moritz with green hair who was on holiday with his mum after studying on an exchange program, and Steve & Phil from Colchester - two guys on a break from work. The atmosphere here was the best that I had experienced in a hostel up until that point. Everyone was friendly and there was plenty of space to lounge around and read when I wasn't feeling sociable. Yes that does happen on occasion.

The weather was blissfully hot, the town was delightfully small and laid-back and the burritos were first rate. I apologise for the lack of Flagstaff photos but I seem to have some kind of problem where I can't take a photo unless it's going to be on a par with some of David Bailey's best work (which of course, all the others are), and there were too many lamp posts spoiling potential scenes. So the reason there are no photos is because of my relentless pursuit for perfection. The Grand Canyon snaps will have to suffice.
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