Uneventful flight yesterday from LAX (rain) to Charlotte, NC (high 50s, overcast, sunsetting), then Fort Lauderdale, FL (very temperate, soft tropical breeze). The second plane was a 737-400 with cracks in the plastic of the luggage compartments and still the ashtrays from another era. I hadn't taken USAir in a while. You pay for coffee ($1, free refill) and sodas ($2). There is no entertainment at all - not even for sale, not even on the 5 hour coast-to-coast flight. No music, no movie, no games. What is this, 1969? What are we supposed to do? Talk to your neighbor? Read a book? Ah, les amis, la crise, ça craint. (Yes, I write this in English, so the French readers will suffer for my art, but they are entitled to a few compensations - if the anglophones ask, I'll try and translate those brilliant nuggets of French language, if I still can...). Of course, this rant from someone who almost never partakes in in-flight entertainment.
Good pasteurized (I kid you not) crab bisque at Charlotte airport.
Wonder if the hand-picking is done before or after pasteurization...
We spend the night at a drab hotel along the terminally depressing Fort Lauderdale waterfront. A sixties motel in between the behemoth Hilton and the equally huge, not yet open, new Donald Trump venture. An outrageously expensive but excellent dinner on the ocean-facing patio of the Ritz-Carlton restaurant - pretty much the only thing open - does restore us from our travels. The evening is spent sipping a lemon drop and watching the few lost souls, who like us an hour before, err along the interminable boulevard in search for food, a cafe, a place to sit, a shop, a light, any sign of civilization...
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Hi,
Very nice to read about you, your 'adventures' and some places so far from me, so unreachables, so 'I would probably never see by my own'.
Thank you for your smell of the moon, of the friendly seaguls and so on. It's so nice to dream a bit (even if some dream is about plane where there is nothing else to do but waiting - what about 1969 ? I'm sure you were born - Is that your idea of 'empty vintage' ?).
Well, I must admit I do my best to understand your writings even if sometimes, some words or some ideas may be misunderstand by my little brain so, imagine when I try to joke.
You always were better than me in English and now, except for some VO movies - or worse some VO soaps - I'm not use in writing, reading or speaking American (and it's a blessing specially for my way of speaking, another word for making bleed this poor words).
So, I won't compete anymore with you and I will end right now my torture of english language.
Stéphane
PS : Thanks for "Yes, I write this in English, so the French readers will suffer for my art, but they are entitled to a few compensations - if the anglophones ask, I'll try and translate those brilliant nuggets of French language, if I still can..."
Please tell us more... tell us about other stuffs... Still keep writing - even in English, please avoid Russian. It's cool.
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