Tag Archives: travelogue
USA and Mexico 2000 – Day 4 and 5: Down Mexico way
Day 4: Down Mexico way We stayed a little north of San Diego last night, and then drove down and parked in one of the many car parks right by the border ($6/day). The was the option of a bus, … Continue reading
USA and Mexico 2000 – Day 3 Santa Cruz and the West Coast
The next morning we headed for one last chat to the seals at the end of the pier, and after another few hillclimbs we picked up our rental car. I decided that a bit of a drive through San Francisco … Continue reading
USA and Mexico 2000 – Intro
In which we go to the USA…and Mexico We got up one morning, and thought about the options for a moment. The vouchers we had from last time around were soon to expire, and without much difficulty, we arrived at … Continue reading
Leaving Chicago
Saturday the 6th Sept. Pm. Ahhh, this is better. A much more pleasant train awaited us, and we were soon installed into the top deck of the double decker coaches. The pleasant guard cheered everyone up with his witty announcements, … Continue reading
Chicago – City of Reflections
Morning came, and brought with it a change of time; back one hour to Central Time. The rising sun illuminated some nasty factories, and huge farms. But miles passed, and we were soon backing into Chicago’s 30th St Station. WOW! … Continue reading
Philadelphia, PA. The Liberty Bell, Benjamin Franklin and Chubby Checker
6am, Friday the 5th.I awake to find David telling me it’s 6am, and we’d managed to sleep through 3 alarms. A mad dash to the station ensued, but we got the train, which had backwards facing seats, and a backwards … Continue reading
My Brother Arrives in New York
Thursday, the 4th, 1997. (Chess in New York city) Today was arrival day for my brother. On time and complete with passport, we took the subway back to Brooklyn, for a $1.50. After checking into the AYH, we walked from … Continue reading
Tired of being tired
Friday 23rd August 1997, Today is possibly the worst day of my life so far. I’m lying here in the infirmary, just to get away from Michael Marcus, feeling more exhausted than ever before. I’ve had 3.5 hours sleep in … Continue reading
