Sol Invictus

Dec 21 2012

            Were still here

The day has arrived and it looks like we still have to pay off those credit cards. Now we have to listen to the excuses and  the alterations from  the doomsayers who eagerly flogged there books on us for the last 20 years

Why do we have to buy someone's book to become enlightened?

YUCKIMA

Sun 4:30 am @ Knight's Inn Yakima Washington

Cuda is packing furiously to get us out of this dive. An excellent afternoon of martinis and cigars outside our room turned ugly and fucking dangerous. Last evening we were being cased by a couple of scumbag denizens of the local low life population of downtown Yakima.I think they were almost going to go for it and shake us down for our valuables. We'll treasure this experience later but now its time to regroup and bolt.   

 

  "NO STINKING SMOKE IN ROOM CLEANING

                            CHARGES FOR US'

PROLOG 1

Fri May 25 Our last day before our trip was a planning get the list done marathon.It's always a hectic race to the finish when were getting ready for a big trip during the busy work season. We were up to the challenge this time and capped off our day with a comped sushi dinner at a nearby Japanese restaurant. Earlier that day I had come across a guy in my yard eying up my woodpile, not for firewood but for a few pieces of natural logs to use as planter stands inside his restaurant. Deference and respect for this man rewarded us handsomely with a complete free meal not just the free appy I expected.

 Day1                                                                                                                    Sat may 26  My pre trip list seems to grow the closer I get to leaving but we made it and got out on time at 6 AM. No line up at the border as we loaded up on goodies at the Duty free store.Our spirits were high as we hi interstate 5 heading south to Walla Walla via Yakima.( overdrive in truck not working) We had decided to stop in Yakima for a nostalgic visit to a authentic Mexican market called Yakimex.which we had gone to on a previous vist there in our 5th wheel several years ago. Bad choice. The first few hours went by fast then a slow trek through the mountains to Levenworth. We arrived in Yakima at 1:30 Pm after a 6 hour push. Quite enough driving for me in one day. Some grande margaritas and chillies reanos rewarded us before undertaking some pre motel check-in wineries in Rattlesnake ridge Mediocre wines there sharpened our anticipation of the finer tastings ahead for us in Walla Walla.

 

"SWIM IN THIS SUCKER I DON'T THINK SO" 

      NICE ALGEA BLOOM

OUR ROOM AT KNIGHT'S INN  (Loved the roll out chairs for smoking and drinking outside. Room *116 had seen better days. Formally a Ramada Inn this beauty had lost its 3 star rating along with the hair dryer, ironing board, kleenex dispenser and telephone which had all been declared  null and void under the new ownership

" EXCUSE ME INN KEEPER 

                                          YOUR FOAM IS SHOWING"

  Strong cleaning agents protected us from past room fatigue as evident by the well stained carpets and ripped curtains. After occupying our 1 1/2 star suite we pushed out a couple of chairs outside to soak up the ambiance of the Knight's Inn parking lot. Grey Goose vodka and Macanudo cigars fueled our Yakima meet and greet party. Other motel inhabitants emerged and started their own tail-gate parties. Some Cajuns dropped the tail-gate of their truck and fired up a barbecue and proceeded to cremate some burgers as their barbecue erupted in flames. Homeless people on foot and bike scoured the parking lot like scavenger birds circling some road kill. A crippled old man and blonde hillbilly kid made their way across the lot, I could almost hear the dueling banjos in the background Ever so often a sinister black and white patrol car would drive by the perimeter of our parking lot. Drug dealers, pimps and hookers lived in this area. We were on their turf and we had better show them some respect.

 "ISN'T THE PEEPHOLE SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE DOOR

         A nearby gas station attendant informed me  that we were lucky enough to be staying at the best of the worst. The other sleazy motel hell's around us were much more dangerous he informed me... almost expecting a tip for his brilliant travel info. Yeah ......  were so lucky ,,,,,, we fuckin won the lottery you dumb shit. Has a homeless street urchin burst through the doors muttering something  to the attendant I headed back to my room with a 6 pack of coors and decided a pizza delivery was in order. Cuda was trying to make friends with a tailess cat as tailgaters started to head back to their rooms The party outside  was winding down and a biker and his female companion had decided that this place was too edgy for them and decided to vacate even without  convincing the Inn keeper to refund their deposit. Cuda had pushed the biker over the edge by telling him someone was eying up his bike while they were checking into their room. Biker leaving, not good. The parking lot was suddenly getting very empty as I noticed 2 slimeball lowlifes edging toward our open room. I grabbed my woman pulled in the chairs and closed the curtains. One of our doorlocks was broken and we prayed the deadbolt would hold and our truck would stay put and be there for our escape the next morning. Loma Loft and Walla Walla here we come.    BAD YAKIMA   GOODNIGHT

"HEY DUDE WHERE'S MY WINDOW? "                 

  

DAY 3 A DANGEROUS WALK TO OLD HAVANA

Dec 2011
Yesterday we started our day with a dangerous walk on the malecon.The guidebooks had flagged this as "must do thing " if your in Havana.Obviously this recommendation had been written by some travel writer peering down on the scenic ocean side walkway from the 16th floor of his hotel room, not by someone who actually did the treacherous walk on the slimy seaweed coated sidewalk. On a danger rating of 1-10 this was a nine. We did most of our walk on the road facing onrushing vehicles passing a few feet away from us . A grueling day of site seeing and mega walking lie ahead of us.First the Museum of the Revolution. Lots of pictures and letters but skinny on artifacts , this site was O.K but after awhile you got sick of the blood stained shirts being displayed like holy relics.The memorial room to Che Guevara featured a Che mannikin standing in front of a jungle background. Tacky and tasteless but the kids probably loved it.
The highlight of the day was the Hotel National , Havana's historic landmark mark built in the 20's ,stunningly magnificent, dripping with history the MUST SEE  icon in Havana.We sipped daiquiris in a beautiful courtyard overlooking the ocean and entrance way to the harbor .Inside, history and ambiance oozed from the ornate walls and high ceilings. Pictures of celebrities and dignitaries adorned the walls along with  prominent displays of Che and El Presidente 
Castro. shouted the fame of this grand old building. Back to our hotel this time by taxi, our bodies aching from our overbooked day. The 5 peso taxi ride was reasonable and included tip. A brief siesta and then off to old Havana for the Cuban Art Museum , Hemingway bar, and a rooftop restaurant. at the Hotel Seville
More rants about Tourism
                                          " Cultural refugees exchanging our soulless money for nuggets of real life.Thirsty vampires sipping the blood of a vibrant and alive society. We hunger for what the Cubans.have as their birthright, we want to gather their riches to take back with us at journey's end'

I told the girl at the hotel cigar shop " We love your country "
She said " you don't have to live here"

I coveted a poster in the hotel lobby of the jazz band we saw the first night we were here.I thought it would look good on the wall in my bathroom. BAD TOURIST! BAD TOURIST! I want to be different.

Taste of B.C.

This wine and food event at The Four Seasons Hotel was to be our last hurrah for the winter before settling into another AAA season. By the way Cuda and Shark are time travelers and we left our Cuban adventure to report on this outing. The Cuba trip will continue later. We checked into the Best Western Hotel at 3 pm to a spotless cozy room, backed up with great service from the front desk, making for a great start to our trip.A free downtown shuttle service was offered to us and we reserved for 4pm. Recovering from a previous night of overindulgence, I was looking forward to diving into the wine tasting
Our room overlooked Granville Street and the Yale Hotel which was temporarily closed pending completion of an adjacent high rise condo It's moss covered roof capped a treasure trove of  musical memories.It felt good to be in the corridor of the downtown Vancouver entertainment scene.
 We arrived early just as they were setting up the ballroom for our event.A very poorly organized event manager barked orders at her underlings as she stressed out at arriving attendees telling us the room wasn't set up yet.Different lines formed for coat checks and ticket pick-ups with the confused event manager trying to get everyone to go to the back of a line-up to get stamped. We ignored her and stood our ground at the front entrance way with our tickets waiting for the doors to open
We entered the ballroom and realized immediately this was a classy gig, and an oyster bar confirmed our first impression, Lots of fine expensive wines and tasty appetizers met our special tasting plates that we always bring with us to these events . The inevitable " Oh where did you get those what a great idea ' compliments followed us as we quickly made a first round. Then the crowd started to fill up the room.There had to be a fly in the ointment , Line-ups started to form at every table especially the appy tables. Why do they have to fuck-up a potentially great event by greedily filling up every square foot of event space lowering the enjoyment of well dressed connoisseurs now reduced to shoving and stumbling into each other as part of the herd.I got rude a few times and cut into lines out of sheer frustration . " Hey you've been at this table all night, hurry up and get to the back of the line" an equally disgruntled attendee, snarled behind me .The oyster bar had a line up like people waiting to get off a sinking cruise ship my oyster slurping was over for the night. After realizing we would have to camp out overnight to get a cracker and a piece of cheese we re-grouped and focused our
 remaining energy onordering flights of the best red wines and there were some good ones.BC red wines were the stars of this event and they just keep getting better.Exhausted and sore after 3 hours of consuming this event we cabbed back to our hotel room and welcome beds after aborting our earlier fantasy of  late night  lounging and nite clubbing.
I love the black out curtains in our room.