Sunday, June 7, 2009

Days 11 to 213 - THE END

Author - Grant

From - Vancouver, British Colombia, Canada

To - Santa Barbara, California, USA

Miles Driven - 1379 (That’s One Thousand Three Hundred and Seventy Nine)


Photos - There are none...we just drove


So after nearly 22,000 miles (that’s just 3000 miles short of circumnavigating the globe), half a million calories and a smidge over 7 months on the road, we have finally called it quits. Despite not seeing everything we set out to see (most notably Yellowstone Park, Mount Rushmore, The Wild Wild West, Chicago and Michegan), we are using the excuse of the impending sprog to cut short our travel plans and do sensible things like buy a house, get a job and generally stop living like a couple of hobos.  It’s a shame though as we were so close to reaching Platinum Royalty Double Diamond Elite status with the La Quinta hotel/motel chain.  In fact, I’m fully expecting a call from their CEO in the coming weeks just to make sure we’re OK as our absence may worry them.


Now whilst this final blog entry is supposed to cover our final days on the trip, I don’t really want to part on such dull terms because no amount of spin could translate our 25 hours spent driving in just three days into anything remotely resembling interesting.  As such, what I want to do is to reflect and try to summarize what we have learnt in 31 points on what clearly should be a life changing journey.  So, in no particular order...


  1. It might sound obvious but I’m going to say it nevertheless - this country is beautiful.  From the oceans, to the praries, to the mountains white with snow.  God Bless America, my home sweet home. (They’re the lyrics from a particularly patriotic song just in case you think I have turned completely Yank).
  2. According to Kate, there is no scenario under which it is funny to call Kate ‘fat’.  I am not so sure.
  3. Whipping out a camera in a restaurant when they put the plates down never fails gets strange looks from co-diners and staff alike.
  4. There isn’t a museum in the country that can’t be fully explored in 30 minutes...including a visit to the cafe.
  5. Petting animals in this country will either kill you or out you in a coma for a month.
  6. “What kind of dog is that?” is the single most asked question we have been on the receiving end of and, coincidently, the most dull.
  7. Doing 72 mph on a 70 mph road is considered speeding and will get you a date with an officer whom you must address as sir or ma’am (be sure to get this the right way round) who will still undoubtedly issue with a ticket and a fine.
  8. The more a hotel room costs, the less is automatically included.  For example, a La Quinta room costs $80 per night on average and includes wifi, breakfast, pool, gym (apparently) and all cable channels whilst $80 in your average upscale hotel will barely cover the tip for the guys that take 20 minutes to deliver your luggage.
  9. The best place we visited was...actually it’s not quite that simple.  Firstly our best memories are usually in the places that had the best accommodation (like Asheville in NC where we had a detached cottage for a week over Christmas) but it also completely depends on what you’re into.  If you love roller coasters or wrinkles then you’ll love Florida.  Like meat?  Visit Texas.  Enjoy shivering and leaves?  Hit New England.  Pueblos?  New Mexico.  Cacti?  Get a life.
  10. It doesn’t matter if a once in a millennium cosmic event is happening, John & Kate Plus Eight takes priority.
  11. The definition of “Dog Friendly” ranges from “dogs completely welcome” to “we’ll happily charge you $50 for your dog staying but we’re also going to impose some unrealistically restrictive rules”.
  12. Never, ever, ever order more than one starter between two people in any American chain restaurant else you’ll have to buy your clothes from speciality circus stores.
  13. 4D cinemas are shit...no exceptions.
  14. Kate’s version of sharing the driving is to only drive when I am drunk or too hungover to drive.  That works out best for everyone.
  15. It’s possible to distinguish between country music songs if you listen to about 100 hours of Country Music Radio.
  16. Don’t buy CDs from bands in bars as you’ll never listen to them ever again.
  17. Of the Food Network stars’ restaurants we sampled, only Michael Symon provided us with a decent meal.  Conversely, Paula Dean made bulimia look tempting.
  18. The best way to maximise the amount of skiing you do on a skiing holiday is to get your other half up the duff so she can’t ski thus leaving you free to explore the mountain at your own pace.
  19. Conversely, the best way to avoid the laborious chore of packing and unpacking the car is to get yourself up the duff.
  20. There may not necessarily alway be meat available to buy, even at the World Championship Barbeque Contest.
  21. 99.9% of Americans think that our accents are Australian.  That’s just 11,000 miles off target.
  22. No one should die before trying the Apple Pie A La Mode from Cold Stone Creamery.  For a bonus dollar, they will sing your favourite jingle...but none of them know the Eastenders theme tune.
  23. Cycling is for poofs...unless you are dodging alligators just half a meter from your pedal.
  24. The most pleasant way to start the day is with a Bloody Mary at the Top Notch resort in Stowe, Vermont.
  25. The worst way to start the day is under gunfire in New Orleans.
  26. A good way to avoid car crime is to buy an unappealing car...I suggest the 2009 Dodge Grand Caravan with Stow & Go seats.
  27. There is nowhere to hide once you’ve had a row in a car.
  28. If you take your dog on a 4 hour walk up a mountain, she will limp the following day.
  29. An afternoon at the baseball is an all round family winner.  For me there is sport and booze and for Kate there is sun and men in lycra.
  30. Both Brett Michaels and Donald Trump picked the wrong people.
  31. Any road labelled “scenic” might as well come with sick bags.


Seven months well spent if you ask me. 


So now we’re in Santa Barbara and we’re already deep into house hunting.  Firstly we have found a massive, haunted rental place for the first two months that we move into today and secondly we have found a couple of houses that tick all our boxes and fit our budget.  In fact, I have to finish this entry because we’re off to the the realtor’s office to sign an offer.  How grown up is that?!


So that’s it from Eating America.  Thanks for your patronage and come see us soon.


Grant, Kate, Molly & The Bump.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Days 208 to 210 - Vancouver Pt 2

Author - Kate

Based In - Vancouver, British Colombia, Canada


Photos - http://www.flickr.com/photos/32017704@N03/sets/72157619037244307/


Grant has had to go home before on the trip and to be honest the time passed pretty slowly and me and Molly were kinda bored on our own.  This time being in the same town as two uni mates meant that the days flew by but as a preggars lady with no stamina I have to admit to being completely knackered out by the crazy social schedule.  Dont get me wrong, we only went out to one bar (I had cranberry juice) and we didnt actually leave the girls flat after dark but chatting, wandering round town, shopping and eating with the girls is tiring when you have got used to the regime that Grant and I have been following (lay ins every day and  3pm naps followed by a coma like sleep at around 10pm, mainly eating filling the time in between).   I feel like I got to know Vancouver really well but more importantly I got to catch up with Charlie and Chatty.


On Friday Sarah took the day off and the three of us headed to Deep cove which is a beautiful lake or river or something (I havnt gotten any more into the details without Grant) and the houses there are amazing.  We all want to live there and that may be why the houses are around 7 million each - ah well.  Sarah asked if we wanted to hike to the rock overlooking the water.  I panicked slightly as the start of the hike seems to be 10 flights of stairs and thats not really part of the regime I mentioned earlier but luckily Charlie didnt fancy it either so I didnt come off as too much of a wimp.  Instead we had a stroll and then lunch on a patio of a nice restaurant and drooled over the houses in the local real estate mag.   


The weather was awesome the whole time we were in town so we’d spent a lot of time outside while we were there.  Saturday we opted for some indoors time for a change and went shopping in Kits.  Kits is a cool little part of Vancouver with loads of shops and brunchy places that for some reason has loads of maternity stores so Sarah took me into a couple.  The thing is Sarah seemed much more relaxed about me being pregnant than I was feeling that morning.  I was getting freaked out by all of the weird tops with holes for breast feeding and when I tried on a baby bump pillow to see how my belly will look soon I had to rip it off to prevent a mini panic attack.  So we ditched the baby shops and went to find Sarah a hot date outfit so that I could live vicariously.  


Since it was still boiling we headed to Kips beach once Charlie finished work and had a pinic along with the whole of the rest of Vancouver.  I hadnt pictured people bbq-ing on beaches when I thought about Canada but for a couple of weeks / months over summer the beaches are packed full of people playing footie and volleyball.  Its got a very young vibe and made me wonder if Santa Barbara will feel a bit old compared to it but then Im feeling quite old these days though so maybe it’ll be ok.  


The next day was roasting again so Sarah and I wandered over to Granville Island to get lunch and then met Charlie after work for goodbye drinks.  Like I said there was no crazy partying just nights in with videos and hanging out but I was wrecked at this point and so after picking Grant up form the airport (he had pretty much lost his voice from shouting at the football) we both fell asleep at 8pm - he must’ve been missing his afternoon naps too.


In 3 days the trip will be over, kind of, we will be house hunting and still new in town so its not exactly like going back to work but it will be different.  Im looking forward to getting settled but Im gonna miss our trip.      

Monday, June 1, 2009

Days 208 to 210 - Grant's Version


Photos from my weekend back in London watching my team lose the Fa Cup Final to Chelsea, but certainly not the social battle...

The link below contains the full meltdown...

Days 204 to 207 - Why Does Your Wallpaper Smell Like Ghandi’s Flip Flop?

Author - Grant

Based In - Vancouver, British Colombia, Canada


Photos - http://www.flickr.com/photos/32017704@N03/sets/72157619036884457/


You’re getting a two stage report on Vancouver as I’ll cover the first four days that we spent there and Kate will cover the next three days when I abandoned her in favour of a football match taking place four thousand miles to the east.  In my defense, I did leave her in the very capable hands of two of our friends who have emigrated to Canada...but the reality is that I would have happily left her in Baghdad as the order of importance goes Football, Beer, Pies then the wife.  She knew the rules when we got married...


Still, we had four days with which to explore Vancouver and I think we used them very wisely by managing to combine culture, exercise and curry in equal measures.  Exercise is something that particularly hard to avoid in this hyper-active city thanks to the Seawall Path which almost completely circles central Vancouver which just begs to be biked, jogged and walked.  Even a fatty like me managed to complete the trio during my short stay but the bike ride was definitely the highlight as it encompassed the idyllic Stanley Park.  As has been widely commented on in prior blog entries, Kate’s fitness is diminishing as her preggo waist expands so whilst the bike ride was picturesque, it wasn’t much of a work-out thanks to an average speed which saw us being overtaken by rollerbladers and even a skate boarder at one point.  We’re just lucky that much of the path wasn’t wheelchair friendly...


It’s always a massive bonus to visit cities where we know people - not only because they can give us the inside scoop on the best places to visit but, because they physically live here, they have a kitchen that I can take over.  And that’s how I ended up cooking dinner for nine people in Charlie and Sarah’s 26th floor apartment last Wednesday evening.  As Sarah had been give an Indian cuisine cook book for her birthday, she was keen to test drive a few of the recipes (by which I mean she wanted me to cook them and I was more than happy to oblige).  It wasn’t completely a solo effort through as I had various sous chefs throughout the evening who helped in less orthodox ways than you might expect such as doing a magnificent ‘midget on a ladder’ routine and another one who managed a full 6 hour rendition of a mentally unstable hypochondriac (probably because she was a mentally unstable hypochondriac).  Still, they didn’t impede the end result too much as we sat down for a pretty passable meal involving...


  • Popadoms, Cucumber Raita and Mango Chutney
  • Pan Fried Paneer, Chili & Cous Cous Cakes on a Fragrant Roasted Eggplant & Tomato Salad
  • Beef Curry (unanimously agreed to be about Madras heat and confirmed the following morning on it’s way back out)
  • Grainy Mustard Marinaded Lamb Lollipops with Creamy Curry Sauce
  • Fenugreek Infused Roasted Asparagus (probably the nicest individual dish and the simplest)
  • Coconut Basmati Rice (a bit stodgy but I was quite mullered by the time this had to be cooked)


The only things better than the grub were the company and the copious flowing wine.  The worst thing about the evening (for the permanent residents of this apartment) is that it’s five days after the event and apparently the wallpaper still tastes of lamb bhuna.  Glad I don’t have to live there...


The final noteworthy offering has to be the Granville Island Public Market which we managed to visit twice - once to collect the produce for the Indian feast and once in full tourist mode to sample the various food stuffs on offer, lounge in the sun and pretend not to be transfixed by one of the disproportionately huge number of street performers that call Vancouver their home.  The first trip was a fairly rushed affair but the choice and quality of fresh produce on offer was clearly apparent and go an awful long way to explain the success of the dishes it went on to produce...along with the fact that most people were four sheets to the wind by the time dinner was eventually served.  The tourist trip happened the morning after the Indian feast and hence I arrived with the hunger, if not the body, of a Tour De France cyclist.  As such, the first stop was always going to be the home made pie shop which I spied the previous day but was in too big a hurry to take advantage of.  Pie is a teasing phrase here in North America as all too often it means a dessert (apple, cheery, pumpkin etc) but to me it means a flaky crust filled with something meaty and, ideally, surrounded in gravy.  Luckily the particular stall I chose agreed with my definition and hence, just minutes after landing on Granville Island, I was taking the edge off my rampant hangover induced hunger with a peppercorn steak pie.  Next onto the main event and whilst the girls came back from their hunt with healthy looking salads and vegetables in rice paper, I came back with an everything bagel smothered in butter and filled with a stack of warm, wafer thin smoked pork.  It was pretty extraordinary and even the smokey butter dripping off my elbows eventually got consumed.  Still room to squeeze down a home made date bar before finally declaring myself full and remembering that I was due on a flight in a few hours so, for the sake of my fellow passengers, it was time to leave this magical island and pack some pants and a toothbrush in preparation for my trip.


Kate will lead you through the following few days but I’ll bet you a whole shiny Canadian dollars that it involves ice cream...