No one would ever accuse me of being a groupie. I’ve never been overly enthusiastic about an actor, sports team, or much of anything except maybe White Castle. Yes, I’ve seen MDC in Thailand and the Untouchables in Tijuana but those were matters of chance, not intention. As I found myself driving 330 miles to see Henry Rollins, I had to wonder… am I a fanboy (girl)?
The Kessler theater located in… Dallas.
Had it been a weekend in Houston, I would’t have given it a second thought. But no, it was Tuesday, a school night, in Dallas of all places, and I had to administer the PSAT in the morning. I also discovered that a freeway closure would impede my return trip and well, even Henry started the evening talking about enjoying the experience of encountering “weather”. The remnants of some hurricane was saturating the area.
330 miles to see Henry’s… photos.
I may have even been able to linger in denial embracing the notion that its the Trump years and Henry would have much to say on the topic, making it politics but uh, no… it was clearly advertised as a slideshow. A slideshow… I was driving 330 miles in miserable conditions to see pictures taken by a punk icon… no Margaret Bourke-White here. No seat, either. All the seats had sold out but my $40 allowed me to stand in his presence.
As always, Henry was highly entertaining. I can’t say that he has the same effect on me as he did 35 years ago when I left City Gardens staring at the area of my forearm where his sweat had dripped on me for the first time but there’s still something that impels me to go out of my way to see him. I’m not currently on my way to Colorado hoping to catch him at the Boulder Theater tomorrow so I’m probably safe from fanboyism but maybe I’ll stop teasing Lora about stalking Mumford and Sons… maybe.
Nah… don’t really care about bluebonnets…
“He went away… he’s been gone for such a long time…”
A few weeks after I finished the Munda Biddi, my Trek was stolen. I never expected to see him again, so you can imagine my surprise when I received an email from a Senior Constable of the Perth Police about retrieving my stolen property. Initially, I thought it was a scam. Eventually, I came to realize I just needed to figure out how to bring him home! It took a few weeks to work out the necessary logistics, but…
“now he’s back and things’ll be fine.”
We’ve already explored about 30 miles of rocky Austin trail together. I still wonder about our time apart but its been great getting reacquainted.
A sunset by a lake.
It started as any nice weekend might with a stroll by the lake after work to unwind. While overcast, the following day was warm and dry and so I did a little exploring.
Dharmachakrapravartana Buddha… teaching from the heart.
While I am no Buddha, Buddhist, or mudra expert, my interpretation of the the wheel of dharma is “teaching from the heart”. I may be wrong but I found it heartwarming to discover this statue.
Evidently, I had found Wat Pah Samarkki.
Hmmm, trails by a lake, wats… I know its suspicious but I haven’t returned to Thailand. My next find did lead me to wonder…
Does the gruffalo exist? Was this the creature that inspired H.R. Giger? Do aliens live in my backyard? Where am I?
I don’t own the house just plan to live in it for the next 15 weeks.
Top 5 things to remember now that I’m not in Thailand.
5. Don’t wait for an attendant to pump your gas.
4. Don’t buy XXL.
3. Don’t leave your keys in the ignition for safekeeping.
2. Don’t scoot someone’s else ride aside to make room to park your own.
1. Don’t drive on the left!
As usual, I started my trip with a few essentials, money and street food.
I generally enjoy walking about a city to learn its layout but Ho Chi Minh was an exception. The grime on the awning is indicative of the soot I had to wash off my exposed skin later. Luckily, the area I stayed in, district 7, wasn’t congested with scooters so a stroll to a convenience store or cart was fine. It also had lots of Korean goodies.
The Notre-Dame Basilica was closed for renovations but the post office and Independence Palace were open to visitors.
View from Independence Palace.
While not terribly convenient, I couldn’t pass up a tour of the Củ Chi tunnels. It gets rather cramped and very dark. Our crawling about was rewarded with cassava root with crushed peanuts and tea, supposedly staples of the Vietcong.
One of my favorite things to do is visit art museums. Unfortunately, I haven’t had much luck in my recent travels. Last month, the Western Australia Museum in Perth was closed for renovations… for 4 years.
So, I should not have been surprised to learn that the Hong Kong Museum of Art was closed for renovations… for 4 years.
That reminded of something else that takes 4 years… getting a niche for your loved one’s cremated remains in Hong Kong.
One way to reach the Dragon’s Back trailhead is to walk up all the stairs at Cape Collinson Catholic Cemetery. That happened to be the way I went so I learned this odd fact.
The hillside cemeteries of Hong Kong are quite a sight. I could have used a guide to answer a few questions, though. Such as… why are there occasional brick ovens? Or… do the pictures on the markers have to be near death or least flattering?
I don’t have a way to tie this junk boat into the 4 year theme except to say that 4 years ago, Hong Kong set new goals to combat air pollution… you can see how effective that has been.
The Chainsmokers, Closer, was playing at the dim sum stand where I bought these awesome treats… 4 years…
A very vertical vista.
Having enjoyed Hong Kong-style waffles in many cities, I decided it was time for the original. After securing a few essentials,
I made my way to the Temple Street Night Market and Mammy Pancake for one that would be sure not to disappoint.
Feeling the need to work off the wonderfully yummy and filling delicacies, I followed up with another popular HK favorite… a hike on the Dragon’s Back.
Despite the fog and haze, there were beautiful views of the islands from the trail.
Other less arduous walks included a stroll along the Avenue of Comic Stars
and a descent from The Peak along Lugard Road.