The locals have a saying " you can watch your dog runaway for 3 days"
09.03.2013 10 °C
Had a long sleep and awoke so late that we missed breakfast. The weather is still overcast and there's a prediction of a storm tonight. We had planned on a day trip to Fort Worth which is the other half of Dallas. Not sure if it's the better half or not. But we got up too late. It's a day trip and we were going to visit the cattle drive down the main street and Billy Bob's. I said to the waiter in the lounge that I didn't know Billy Bob Thornton came from Dallas and I got a look of disbelief....and that was only from Mandy. The waiter new I was an Aussie and clearly taking the piss.
Dallas is really flat, we're yet to see any hills and I doubt whether we will. The locals are a friendly bunch not only the staff at the hotel. The hotel is alongside the Freeway to the airport about 40 minutes south. It's a little dated but our room is large with an upstairs bedroom. The suite is like a townhouse and that's about the best description. Just love the way the toilets flush here. It's like a whirlpool, no flush as we know it. I'm spending many happy times watching the toilet.
We decided on catching the local bus into Dallas (DART transport system). It's a little confusing but a nice chap at the terminal told us where to go......
Downtown Dallas is everything you see on the movies about slum areas only worse. We wanted to go to Dealy Plaza and the JFK memorial where he got shot. Not surprising I have to say if this is what it was like in 1963. We asked a couple of cops for directions (felt unsafe about that exercise too) and they also told us where to go....Texas hospitality; apparently there are 2 guns to every person in Texas. I think I've seen them all. The local paper that I read whilst watching the toilet (read it cover to cover) had all the local areas and the news. Every local area had shootings, stabbings and muggings. Interesting, because that was in the sports pages.
So anyway off to the 6th Floor of the Texas School Book Repository. This is now a museum dedicated to the shooting of good ole boy JFK.
Very interesting museum but only for so long. The yanks are obsessed with killing their leaders. We only want to put shit on ours and kill/eat our National Emblems.
Highlight of the museum visit was seeing Elvis. He came into the building for some water via an empty bottle out of the garbage can. Classy guy. Anyway he soon left the building and it was off to a coffee shop for us.
Can't yet fully comprehend the degree with which yanks are eating themselves to death with fast food. Everywhere you look there is fried something for sale and big people. Sorry, time to be politically incorrect....fat people. Everywhere fat people. Maybe that's why we don't see anyone walking anywhere. It's all car, concrete and more cars.
I probably make this sound worse than it is because the people are really friendly and want to chat. We had drinks in the lounge before dinner and were literally accosted by a group of Alumni celebrations. All dressed in there 80's outfits and they targeted me to tell them about that period of time. It seems that I was dressed in that attaire and looked the part.
The group introduced us to a vodka jello shot and Mandy had two. I tried to explain what an oyster shot was and the lady on my far right went pale and stopped drinking. No heart.
Had dinner and an early night. Bumped into the group on our way to the suite and Mandy had another jello shot. Memo to self: "Must put aeroplane jelly on the shopping list when I get home".