Los Angeles - The Last Port of Call

Like all good things, Texas (and the South -border-senoritas) came to an end and so, on the 20th I packed my bag for the second last time to catch my flight to LA.

I spent my first couple of days in California at a hostel located just off the famous Hollywood Boulevard. For those couple of days, I spent my time walking around Hollywood, catching buses through downtown and visiting nearbye beaches such as Santa Monica. I guess it was kinda cool to see some of the stuff you see in the movies like the Hollywood sign, the boulevard and those freaks dressed up as batman and spiderman outside the 'Chinese Theatre' but if I had to stay in Hollywood for any longer than I did, I would probably have topped myself. Something about the whole area (especially Hollywood boulevard) gave off scents of pretentiousness and false hope. I couldn't start to imagine how many people have flocked to the city with a promise of an acting career but have come out with a street job dressing up as batman, harassing tourists.

I think I made the right move my getting out of there and heading to an area on the coast called Venice beach. I found a really cruisy hostel there with big comfortable couches and an included pancake breakfast. As soon as I saw the place I knew that the last days of my big adventure would be best spent here, falling asleep under palm trees during the day and watching the sunset from Santa Monica Pier in the evening. So that's exactly what I did.

Here I am now, sitting on a computer in Melbourne reflecting on the last days of what was the most significant thing I've done in this life. There's no promises that the blog you're reading now will see much activity for a while but what I can promise you is that the next chapter of my life here in Melbourne will be geared towards setting myself up for a life where I'll have the opportunity to write another one of these things titled "Matt's Second Biggest Trip".

Having seen some of the most beautiful places in the world, I've already got a couple of ideas for life after what I hope to be a successful career.

Something about a boat with sails, representing what I've earned for myself in my passed life, cruising through Santorini's caldera, watching the sun sink into the ocean particularly appeals to me. When I stand on the deck of my boat in that magic place of the world, I'll know I've made it all worth it.

Rootin' tootin' Texas

I'm so glad I made the trip down to Texas.

As some of you may be aware, my great-uncle Andrew Burgess and his American wife of many years, Joanna, live right down near a little town called Brownsville in the very South of Texas, close to the Mexican border. When they heard that I'd be flying through New York and LA this year they were quick to offer me a bed at their place if I wanted to get down there to check it out. This was an offer that I was to accept and later, greatly appreciate. Thanks so much guys, I had a ball.

Andrew and Joanna actually live in a housing estate called 'Rancho Viejo' which is Spanish for 'Old Ranch' (a suiting name for a converted Ranch to Golf course/housing district). Located right in between the two towns of Brownsville and Harlingen, Rancho was a great place for me to kick back for a little while and get to know a couple of rellies who I hadn't previously had the luxury of hanging out with for most of my life back in AUS.

It is unfortunate that these two characters do live so far from where I call home since they are indeed a lot of fun. During the time I was there Andy and Joe took me around to do all sorts of things like: playing golf on the ranch course, going to the movies, shopping, going for drives about the Rio Grande valley/South Padre Island, meeting a couple of the local kids and even driving into Mexico for lunch!!

I can't say my golf skills were the talk of the neighbourhood.... Well I guess they were in a way.

Andrew, however, was an absolute gun at the game. I was very impressed.

I have to say, although I enjoyed every minute of my time with A and J in Texas, I particularly enjoyed the first Saturday night I spent there when Joe had organized about 12 local students to come by the house for dinner. She was friends with most of their grandparents which worked out rather well. After we demolished the Lasagne (however you spell that) that we had for dinner, a couple of the girls offered to take me to a party that was on that night with some of the other people from their school. So, after a quick nod of approval from Andy and Joe I changed from thongs to shoes and in no time, was in the car ready to party.

It was indeed a cracking party. There was everything a party-boy could need. An esky full of iced beer, good music, a comfy sitting area, a BBQ fired up and ready to go, about 40 stunning hispanic girls and wait for it... A 20KG SLAB OF MEAT BY THE BARBIE!! The idea was that when you get hungry, you simply pick up the meat cleaver next to the quarter-cow and lop off a piece of meat to chuck on the flame grill! I was in heaven...

Another worthwhile venture was when A and J took me across the border to Mexico. There, we visited a lovely Mexican restaurant that Joe has frequented all her life. The margharitas were amazing and the food, even better. Since this was my first go at real Mexican food, I thought it would only be right to get the 'Mexican plate' which sampled an erray of typical Mexican foods including: Tacos, Enchilada, a stuffed pepper, rice, beans and a tomale. This thing was massive. The picture below does the meal no justice. This thing was a meal for three... I did my best...

These bad boys are the American border patrol agents. Their job is to keep the illegals on their side of the fence.

Here are some shots of South Padre Island which is this long island that stretches for miles along the East coast of Texas. Really nice at sundown.

Here's a couple of pics from when Andy, Joe and I went to visit friends of theirs on the island. I was told I could bring one of the girls from the party, Mariana.

During one of the other days, Andrew and I drove out to a Wildlife reserve. We were overly keen to see the hordes of wild birds and cougars native to the area but by the end of the circuit we'd realized that it was a pretty dull day for cougar spotting... We did see an Ocelot though...

I thought I might just throw this pic in...

Sitting in America, looking at Mexico through a Corona. Nice...

Montrèal

Back in Greece, I was working behind the bar in Athens one night when this massive group of French Canadian girls came through. Even though I was working, I had a great time with these girls and we ended up going out after my shift had finished. Unfortunately they all had to leave for the islands the next day so I ended up getting their facebook addresses so that I could catch up with them sometime again. This worked very nicely when we coincidently ran into eachother on Santorini and then once again on Lesvos where I met this fella called Nick who was also meeting up with them there. As Nick and I got along well there, he told me when I left that I could come stay with him in Montrèal if I was ever around that way. After I left Europe and was in NY I did just that.Nick was nice enough to offer me a bed in his house, where I've been staying for the last couple of nights. During the time I've been here I've met a whole bunch of his uni mates, been to my first College football game, watched my first ice hockee game on tv, walked around the city and picked up where we left off on the the dirty French lessons.

This was the college team of Nick's University (Dark Blue guys)

This is me watching the Quebec (French Canadian team) Vs. Tampa Bay (American team) Hockey game with a Bud and a shirt Nick gave me to represent the locals.

Yes my friends, that you see there is indeed a double Big Mac. A pounder.

Isn't it beautiful...

Despite all the fun we've had outdoors, the first exciting thing we did here in Montrèal was actually right here inside the house. When Nick picked me up from the Bus station, one of the first things he mentioned was that my head looked like a broom. So, in light of this brutal opinion and with the mention of how French Canadian girls like guys hair, we dropped my bags and plugged in the old sheers for my first haircut since Greece. As you can see, we had a bit of fun with it.

It was only after we took this photo when we realized that the clipper top had shifted from a 4 to a 2 during the shave...