Diary of a Cowgirl - part 3

Started the new week off with a very hard training session with Magnus. Due to being so young and still learning, he can be wary of things at times. Well, as it was once again some insane degree of cold outside, we were once again at peach schnapps guy's barn to train, and he has a few machines parked inside the barn. Magnus took a particular disliking to these and turned into a petulant little child for the entire lunging session before I rode him. At one point when I gave him the cue to lope (canter) he literally stopped, turned to face me and just pulled backwards very suddenly. I got him back on track and taught him that this behaviour was unacceptable, but not before the lunge line had ripped the top of my pinky nail from the nail bed and split my finger down the side of the nail. Ouchie :( but we ended the session very well. By the end, he was starting to follow my cues more, he was listening to me and he actually neck reined slightly! A huge achievement for him and for me :) 

Elsabe and I took Magnus and Tuxedo for a few fantastic long trail rides through all the wheat fields in my last week with her, and towards the end, Magnus was being so good that I even stood up on his back and he was completely not phased by it! In fact, at one point, he was actually yawning! So cute, I love his personality! :) he's so eager to please and friendly and full of spunk! A very cool experience (and I mean that literally and figuratively because it was once again arctic temperature outside!) was working cattle on horseback! I took Magnus (of course!) despite Elsabe's concern that he had never seen cattle and might freak out. I had decided that he and I understood each other so we'd be fine :) and I was so right! He was fantastic. I felt like a real cowgirl this time! We rode out through the reservation again with two people from a neighbouring ranch who had offered to help. The reservation is VERY hilly and full of streams and mud patches. Took the horses a bit of time to adjust, so we had a few side splitting moments when one of the horses leapt vertically into the air to avoid a puddle, or leapt about ten meters across a puddle that was maybe 30cm wide! Everybody who wasn't on the leaping horse thoroughly enjoyed the spectacle. Mostly I wasn't one of the everybody because I was being punched in the gut by the stupid saddle horn while Magnus leapt about like a flipping frog. 

We eventually made our way through all the scary little slivers of water and found the herd of approximately 40 cattle. We herded them across the reservation and out onto the road and then walked them a few miles down the road. It involved a lot of mooing from the cows and us shouting and charging straight at them to chase them away from the fences and the roads! At this point it was just the two of us (because the neighbours had decided it was too cold for them so they had gone home) and Jorden and his dad in the Ranger and a pickup respectively. We basically had to keep the whole herd walking in a long line in the ditch between the road and the fence. To quote my favourite animated tow truck "I swear, cows is so dumb". Well, he said tractors, but it's the same thing in this context :) we both lost our voices from yelling at the darn things so much because they kept stopping or heading for the fence or road! The horses got really into the chasing part though! Diggity started pinning his ears back and really going for the stray cows until one kicked out at him. He was a bit more hesitant after that :) Magnus mostly just seemed to be thinking "what the heck are these black things and why are they yelling at me?!" But he did so well :) we herded them to a new pasture and herded them in before heading off to work the next herd. 

On Saturday night we had a really awesome "skaap braai" with even more South Africans than the previous braais! Elsabe and I made a very yummy potato salad and drank Amarula (nostalgic and homesick!) while getting ready. One of the guys also had a bottle of good old brandy at the braai. The South Africans made quick work of it :) unfortunately, not all of the South Africans there were of the cool variety, and the one guy (same idiot that had bugged us at the two previous braais... Not sure why he kept cracking an invite!) got absolutely motherless (as seems to be the norm for him) and started looking for a fight with Rhyno, our host. Now you must just understand, Rhyno is a proper goeie ou Vrystaat boer. Hy vat geen kak van niemand nie! And this was some little twenty-something punk with a huge mouth and no manners. Rhyno literally had his phone open and 911 typed into the call screen while they were having a full-on argument in Afrikaans (I felt like I was back at varsity :-P). He just wanted the kid gone, he didn't even want to fight. It was pretty intense. I half wanted him to call 911 just so I could see the whole 911 response thing in real life :) but luckily the punk eventually got dragged into a car by his mates and disappeared. 

My last night was a really fun but bittersweet affair. We watched movies while lazing around on the floor by an awesome fire. I split the wood myself! Another badass moment :) Kenzley is just too precious. Every night she gives everybody a "drukkie" and a "soentjie" and says "I yuff (love) you, dedda saap (lekker slaap)". This night when I said "lekker slaap, I love you!" she replied with "dedda saap, I yuff you buddy!" I want to take her home with me! :) until her first tantrum... Lolsies. 

And so ended my amazing, wonderful, life changing stay in Halliday, North Dakota with my new lifelong friends :) I shall miss them so much! But I know I always have a place to stay now :)

Next update, my trip to LA... The trip from hell. 

Stay classy! c",)

Diary of a Cowgirl - part 2

Week two was just as eventful as week one! For a small town there really was never a dull moment! We went out for a long trail ride with Magnus (my new project! He's a young colt Elsabe owns but she hasn't had a lot of time to work with him due to being so busy with client horses, so she gave me free rein (haha) to train him while I stayed with her!) I was very excited by this! Everyone else was horrified that she even let me ride him because they all know him as the horse that gave her a concussion but it  wasn't his fault, he's actually a very sweet young thing! After the ride, we went out to the fields to meet Jorden, Elsabe's husband and I rode in and operated a combine harvester (sadly, I have about as much potential for farming as I do for being a pap... Absolutely none!) I drove the combine like a drunken squirrel. Within the space of five minutes and one length of the field I had managed to turn poor Jorden's perfectly straight line into a very lovely rolling wave. I got it almost straight two lengths later, but it took a lot of concentration! Didn't know farming could hurt my brain so much... 

Elsabe and I apparently look very similar and it led to more than one moment of confusion! We went to the day care one afternoon to fetch Elsabe's adorable little girl, Kenzley, and I was driving (cos yay, driving!) and I stayed in the car while she ran in to fetch Kenzley. Awkward moment happened when one of the other mothers came up and started chatting to me like we were old friends. I didn't know what to do so I just smiled and said yes and no where appropriate. Next thing Elsabe walks out with Kenzley. The poor woman did a double take, turned bright red and smiled at me before almost sprinting to her kid and car. It took everything in me not to laugh. It may have been embarrassing but heck was it funny! I took another shot at riding Joe again and almost came a cropper when the little bugger decided to start crow hopping mid canter! It's hard enough to even just stay on him at a walk! By the time I managed to stop him, my legs were wrapped around his neck and my hands were clinging to his ears. As usual, I was in such hysterics I could not even control my own body, and Elsabe and I both almost wet ourselves. We sat for about five minutes just crying with laughter before we could continue our training. Elsabe decided to get on Joe to ride this nonsense out of him (an even funnier sight because her legs are much longer than mine!) and she made him run flat out. Turns out he can run a lot faster than either of us anticipated! It was the funniest thing I'd ever seen! I really did almost wet myself! 

We made plans to head to South Dakota for the weekend so I could see Mount Rushmore, but the government decided that wasn't suitable, so they proceeded to shut down. First world countries are awesome :-/ to top it all off, we couldn't even just go to South Dakota because it snowed so heavily there that weekend that they lost over 7500 head of cattle. It was a devastating storm. We were promised some snow too but instead all we got was a MISERABLY cold 3°C day with gale force icy winds. Fun times. We bundled the horses into the trailer and headed for the nearby indoor arena that belongs to a creepy old cowboy who flirts with everything female and always has a bottle of peach schnapps handy. We were pretty grateful for the schnapps though cos we were literally losing feeling in most our appendages! 

We had another South Africans only (plus American spouses and a few very lucky friends) braai with a lovely huge fire in their fire pit. I very wisely declined the moonshine that was offered to me. That stuff is seriously dangerous! Elsabe and I went on a long ride through the fields again on Monday with Magnus (I LOVE HIM!!!!) and one of her client's horses Tuxedo (a thoroughbred). We were heading back to the tack room when we spotted a coyote. Of course being the sane, rational people we are, we went tearing off across the fields chasing him on two young horses. It was actually quite funny because neither of them had ever been asked to run like that before so they didn't really know what to do. Elsabe and I were hunched up over their necks giving them full rein and shouting and pushing them forward and they both sort of ran with an "I don't know what you want from me!" sort of feeling. We were in hysterics again because by the time we got to the other end of the field we had long since lost the coyote and both horses were still confused as anything. Poor young things :) 

I was amused and shocked to hear Kenzley swearing at the tv one afternoon. Elsabe had to explain to me that she can't pronounce the word "fox" and she watches Dora the Explorer (which has a character called Swyper the fox). So when he appears on the screen, Kenzley happily shouts "Myper the f*#k!". The innocence of it all is so cute! We then got a bit naughty and started teaching her to say "stupid fox". You can imagine what happened when she tried... :) we went and rode in the bad lands with one of Elsabe's clients - a grumpy old cowboy who rides his horse like a dying chicken. He holds his hands up by his chest and when his horse trots, his elbows bounce at his sides and his feet slide forward as if he's on a Harley! The bad lands were so absolutely beautiful though! Massive rolling hills with every colour of Autumn under the sun. I almost got taken out by a tree branch more than once because I was so busy staring around me and Magnus likes to walk THROUGH trees rather than around them like a normal animal. I still love him though :) he had only been ridden a handful of times when I started riding him and he handled the bad lands like such a pro! 

I had the unparalleled pleasure of attending a redneck wedding. I fail to find the words to do it justice, but I shall do my best... The entire bridal party consisted of mostly large, mostly pregnant women and the groom and groomsmen were all large men with no necks. Most of them looked related. The groom and groomsmen all wore cowboy hats. In church. And indoors. At night. The WHOLE night. The bride and groom had custom made glasses for their alcohol. Once the bride had stopped swigging beer like it was fruit juice, they both filled up these special glasses - made out of moonshine jars attached to a wine glass stem... Classy, I know :) - with some potent liquid courage (my best guess would be actual moonshine) and proceeded to get louder and more obnoxious with every passing minute. Approximately every twenty to thirty seconds some drunken smart ass would start clinking a glass which meant bride and groom had to stand and kiss. If you ask me it got old after the first clink. Maybe the second. But no! Four hours later and apparently it was still funny! Kenzley, sweet little thing, had so much fun on the dance floor. It is too precious. When you tell her to shake her butt (yes, shake her butt) she literally does! Love that kid :) we danced for hours with her and eventually headed home. 

This marks the end of another two weeks in North Dakota with my new found family :) definitely one of my favourite American adventures so far! :) 

Stay tuned and stay classy, my beautiful peeps c",)

 

Diary of a Cowgirl

Dear loyal fans (lolsies!) I apologise for the long silence, I had no wifi in Halliday. I have kept notes over the last three weeks though, so fear not! You shall still know everything I've been up to! :) I shall be writing more than one post for this update as I have been here almost a month, so there is so much to share!

It all started back in Dallas. I woke up unnecessarily early on the morning of my flight, trying to quell a series of mild panic attacks brought on by Nicolette's harrowing tale of a traumatic crash landing experience with the very airline I booked with. Managed to successfully still my fast beating heart and had a lovely final cup of coffee with Nicolette and Carl before she and I headed off to the airport. Was mildly confused when she asked me which gate I was leaving from as, in my experience, you are given this information when you check in. Found the gate number on my confirmation email and all was well. Arrived at Dallas/Fort Worth Airport (DFW) and immediately understood the need for my gate number. The place is the size of a city. It is unreal! You literally have to drive to the GATE not just the terminal that you are departing from! I was a little early for my flight (four hours early) so after removing almost everything except my underwear and having my hair patted down to get through security (OR Tambo has NOTHING on American airport security!) I decided to sit and have an eat. As I sat down, I realised I had not been asked if I would prefer a window or aisle seat. Puzzled, I checked my seat allocation and realised I had a MIDDLE seat for both flights! Unacceptable. I went back to the check-in desk where the poor man was being harassed by a lady with a very small English vocabulary because she had arrived very late and check-in for her flight had closed half an hour ago. She could not, however, grasp the concept that baggage goes through a security process and not just straight onto the plane and thus her bags wouldn't make the flight anyway and kept complaining that he was being mean to her. Poor Darnell. I approached him and very nicely asked with a smile if I could please have a window seat for each flight since I checked in so early. He not only gave me windows, he upgraded me to stretch seats (extra leg room... Cos I need that!) for free! Lovely man :)

Both my flights were very uneventful. I'm still convinced this was partly due to my fervent prayers to every deity known to man. I was highly amused and moderately terrified by the sight of a tornado shelter room at Denver airport. Another quick prayer to the deities that no tornados arrived while I was there. Still convinced I met Keri Russell... She promised me it wasn't her but assured me she heard that often and that her name was actually Maddie. I don't believe her because she even had the same eyelashes! But I felt rude taking a picture of her so I didn't. Decided I would make a poor paparazzo.

I was greeted in Bismarck, North Dakota by Elsabe and a huge lightning storm. The two hour drive home from the airport flew by and before I knew it, I was in Halliday! Total polar opposite of Dallas. Easily the smallest town I've ever been in. Population 200 give or take a few lost cows... I was absolutely blessed to have my own room with a double bed and drawers for my clothes! Such treats :) first (and probably only!) time this whole trip that I won't be living out of my bag! I was in for a major shock the next morning when I stepped outside (having just acclimatised to the lovely warm Texas weather) and almost instantly turned into Frosty the Snowman. Hello almost Canada. 

I was put straight to work with the horses (no complaints here!) and rode my first genuine western horse in a western saddle with real cowgirl boots and no helmet. So badass :) the horse's name is Diggity and he is so well trained, he stops and starts like a machine and he can neck rein, spin, run barrels and do all the other cool things that cowboy horses do! He's lovely! I was then introduced to Joe. Funniest moment I've ever had to so with horses! Joe is a little Shetland pony, (by little I mean he is half my height!) and he is basically a live toy! We rode him bare back and I was laughing so hysterically that I actually just rolled right off his side while he was walking because I couldn't even breathe, let alone sit up straight. It was just too ridiculous for words! I also drove for the first time on the wrong side of the road and the wrong side of the car... WEIRD! But I got the hang of it pretty quickly :) I drove around a lot in an awesome old pickup, a Ranger (too fun! It's basically a quad bike with a small cab around it), and a few other cars! 

The following day we went to ride Finnish reining horses at a ranch in Bismarck. It was AMAZING!!! These horses are trained to slide to a halt by bringing their back end completely under themselves, spin around one back foot (fast! Dizzy making stuff!), side pass, move their hips around their shoulders without actually moving their shoulders, and so much other amazing stuff! I was grinning like an absolute idiot all afternoon :) one thing that took a lot of getting used to was the split reins. Basically two LONG separate reins that you cross over the horse's withers. A lot more rein to handle! The horse I rode was a lovely little filly named Sally and at the end of the day Scott (owner of the ranch) gave me one of her sliding shoes to keep! They are strange broad, flat shoes. Very interesting to see though :) 

That weekend we went out onto an Indian reservation to go and look for a lost bull. I rode Diggity again but I was so stiff from the previous two days of riding I could barely ride! I honestly thought I might die. I was practically a sack of potatoes in the saddle. Elsabe thought this was hilarious however, and laughed at me endlessly :) so of course this is the day when Diggity (a calm, trained, professional cow horse) decides to not like water. So we get to the first stream (literally the width of my arm!) and this horse leaps into the air as though there's a building in front of him! Imagine my surprise. Needless to say every stream we crossed after that was great entertainment for Elsabe :) once we found the herd of cattle, I was left in charge of preventing their escape while Elsabe rode through them to find the bull. I had staring contests with quite a few curious cows. I never realised what completely unattractive creatures they are! I won the stare down every time though, of course. Cos I'm so scary :) 

We went out on Saturday night for a bachelorette party and so that I could meet the surprisingly large group of South Africans that live in that tiny town. The bar looks just about the same as any other, except that it was pretty empty (although I was told that was a busy night!). The sucky thing about a town that small is that the sheriff has nothing better to do than sit outside the bar on the weekends and wait for drunk people to stumble stupidly to their cars. I think he gets quite a kick out of those moments. Luckily we weren't a moment for him, we decided to walk home (in the blerrie frigid winds!). I wasn't entirely convinced it was a better choice than being escorted home by the sheriff... But then, Iwasn't  driving :) Sunday was my first Halliday braai - steak and home made boerie! Yes please :) 

This marks the end of my first week in Halliday. I shall end this post here and start a new one for the next week :) 

As always, stay classy c",)

Save a horse... Ride a cowboy!

The title is completely irrelevant, simply a very funny bumper sticker that I saw on the way here :)

So on Wednesday night I hopped on the Greyhound (with a bunch of ex convicts, it turns out!) to make the LOOOOOOONG journey to Dallas, Texas! The bus was FULL. Not an empty seat anywhere. Not even a window seat for moi :( as can be expected, I found it impossible to sleep as I had nowhere to lean against (the ex convict next to me, whose distinctive tattoos identified him as part of a very prominent prison gang, did not look very cuddly...) I had read almost an entire book by the time we got to Memphis at 2am and was not too excited to learn we had to sit in the terminal for an hour while the bus was cleaned and refueled. It turned out there was news to watch and it was then that I learned about the Washington DC shooting that happened recently. Terribly sad :( anyway, after waiting just under two hours, we finally boarded the bus again and were on our merry way! Luckily loads of people switched buses in Memphis so I got a window seat with an empty seat next to me and settled in for a long sleep. Being short has definitely got advantages :) after a sixteen hour slog, we finally arrived in Dallas where Nicolette met me and took me to her beautiful home just outside the city. 

On Friday, I spent the day wandering through a mall near where Nicolette and her husband Carl work. It was a lovely day. I found an awesome pair of jeans to go with my boots at Old Navy (what an awesome shop! Something between Mr Price and Jay Jays), explored the vastness of Nordstrom (HUGE Stuttafords/Edgars type store! Every girl would die to see it!), bought myself a few little trinkets and basically just shopped the day away! It was grand :) In the evening, I got to go and see the Suzuki Music Institute of Dallas where Nicolette and Carl work. It is fantastic! I would love to work there! My favourite part was a huge collage of her old South African students, featuring yours truly and my dear little brother with his Twinkler certificate (lolsies!) and all my old violin friends from the early days! Such a blast from the past :) Saturday was a huge treat, we went to watch the Dallas Symphony Orchestra at their concert hall performing Mahler and Tchaikovsky. The Mahler piece featured a brilliant singer with an incredible voice and the Tchaikovsky piece was orchestral but even more fantastic... The performances by the various solo instruments were PHENOMENAL!!! These artists played their instruments like I have never heard in my life. It absolutely nourished my soul :) 

Sunday is the day I've been dying to share and you'll die when you read it... We went to a Korean spa! Much to my (well concealed!) initial horror, if you wanted to use the pool or sauna facilities, nakedness was very much the order of the day. Luckily the men and women had separate facilities! But still... Anywho, I had to overcome my fears and bite the bullet, and very soon was frolicking nude in the pools with the other naked nymphs. Although, to be honest there was not a lot of nymphness... It was more Narwhal than nymph for the most part. But it seems nobody even notices nakedness when everybody's doing it! Weird. There were super hot and super cold pools, a heated sauna room and many rooms with various properties of healing in them. The healing rooms were all for general use and we were gifted a very sexy (sarcasm!) "uniform" to wear out in the general spa areas. Orange for women, grey for men, huge shorts and t-shirts. Yum. The rooms were amazing though, they had an ice room, a few salt rooms, an infrared room, a crystal room (all these rooms had different purposes and healing properties) and three hot rooms heated to different temperatures with degrees varying from "pretty damn hot", to "ok, struggling to inhale", to "which corner belongs to Satan??". I avoided the Satan room... My body already hated me... This also because I had a one and a half hour Swedish/Accupressure massage. It involved a lot of stretching and pulling in awkward directions and punching my sore spots. I basically paid for a little Korean lady to beat me up for an hour and a half. Very effectively, but ow! What a day though! 

Later, we went for a nice walk and jog around a creek in the neighbourhood Nicolette used to live in, before heading into the VERY wealthy suburbs (as in the abodes in this area should come standard with a moat!) for dinner with friends of theirs. FUNNIEST COUPLE EVER!!! I felt like Alice in Wonderland. Old as the hills, she is a typical ditzy old Southern belle (obsessed with dolls and strawberries so their house is basically a life sized, strawberry themed dollhouse, complete with upside down tea sets and china stuck up all over their kitchen roof!) and he is a typical old Southern farmer. Impatient as all hell, blunt as anything and straightforward to the point where we were all in stitches every time he opened his mouth. 

Today I am running around exploring downtown Dallas. I have stood in the exact spot where JFK was assassinated (creepy!), visited his memorial in Dealey Plaza, finally got round to finding a Diners, Drive-ins and Dives restaurant (just for you, dad!) and had the most amazing burger I've ever tasted, and now I'm off to explore a little more before heading back tonight to meet Nicolette and Carl for our very own Braai Day Braai with pap en wors! Woohoo :) Happy Heritage and Braai Day everybody!

And as always... Stay classy c",)

Heading South for the winter

Well, I believe I owe you an update on Nashville! It all begins back in New York...

I emerged from the subway on a balmy Monday evening headed for the bus station address I had been given. I felt a twinge of apprehension when I stepped out slap bang in the middle of Chinatown.... And it only grew as I finally found the tiny little hole that was the bus station I was looking for. All the signs were written in Chinese and I was the palest person in the entire area! The situation did not improve once I was on the bus... Although I was granted a bit of luck in having an empty seat next to me, which meant I could stretch out (a little!) and sleep for most of the sixteen hour ride! But it wasn't hard to understand why the ticket had been so cheap... No leg room, no toilet paper in the toilet (which was basically a mobile long drop) and no wifi or plugs to charge my phone (other bus companies offer all of the above). By the time we arrived in Nashville the bus stank to high heaven and I was on the verge of fainting as I had been breathing through my shirt for the last two hours. 

My host in Nashville was very conveniently located close to downtown which is where all the touristy stuff is, which was a stroke of luck! My first Nashville experience was salsa dancing, which took place at a gay club. At the end of the night, they had a drag show which we watched a bit of. It was absolutely hysterical and quite impressive! Flick flacks, cartwheels, real cleavage, a porn star and bizarre outfits were the order of the night. It was a lot to take in! The next night was even better though...

We hit the town for a night of music in Nashville's infamous honky tonk bars along broadway street. What a blast! We started out at a place called the Big Bang Dueling Pianos. It was a similar idea to A Handful of Keys. Two pianos with two very talented pianists who play and sing popular songs and requests from the audience. I thoroughly enjoyed it! We wandered in and out of bars along the street, eventually coming to Coyote Ugly! It was very empty because it was still quite early, but I was invited to dance on the bar (which of course, I did) and was lifted up and helped back down by a very large black bouncer. I felt like I was in the movie! :) there was an annoying persistent drunken fella who wouldn't leave me alone and the large bouncer kindly escorted him out of the club without me even asking! I giggled :) 

On Friday I spent the day exploring the town. I went to the Country Music Hall of Fame and soaked in all the musical history I possibly could. Saw Elvis's Cadillac and gold piano! Almost died :) along with all the history of everyone from John Carson, Elvis and Dolly Parton to Carrie Underwood and Taylor Swift! There were hundreds of amazing and beautiful instruments in the display cases, old cars and even a few guns! Also an entire wall of gold and platinum records and a room of brass plaques for all the Hall of Famers. I tossed a R5 coin into the Hall of Fame fountain and made a wish. Maybe one day... :)

Next I headed to the Johnny Cash museum and walked through the pages of his story. It was awesome! I did some boot shopping (who in their right mind would NOT buy cowboy boots when in the south?) and found some awesome boots! They'll come in handy with my Western riding later this month! I was also introduced to a South African writer and actress, Estelle Condra, who has been living in Nashville for over thirty years now! She is blind and such an inspiring lady. It was nice to pull some Afrikaans out of the cobwebs of my mind and chat with her about home :) 

On Sunday I went to the Tennessee state fair. An experience like no other!!! Redneck central and it was hysterical. I saw a 524lb pumpkin, a 273.5lb watermelon, onions the size of my head and chillis the size of my forearm! I watched pig racing (video available on Facebook for any interested parties) and almost wet my pants because I laughed so hard! They take this stuff so seriously! I had a unicorn painted on my face and won a bunch of stuffed toys at various games. Rode almost all of the rides for free because all the ride operators were South African boys who took a shine to me the second I spoke Afrikaans to them... They would literally pull me to the front of the line (which was usually about thirty or forty people long!) and pop me on the ride! It was priceless to see the shock on their faces when I spoke Afrikaans to them. One or two needed a few seconds to recover before they could even respond. Lolsies! Some of the rides were hectic... The megadrop being the hecticest (haha) of all! It's the ride where you are seated facing outwards around a very tall spire, the platform of seats is pulled up, released at the top and you plummet (with your heart beating at the top of your skull!) straight to the ground, stopping mere seconds before total annihilation. Our ride was even scarier because we waited at the top for so long. They kept pulling us up and letting us down a few inches as if something were wrong! Needless to say we were all completely terrified by the time the ride dropped! But phewee what a rush! :) I also ate my first corndog and had freshly squeezed lemonade. Yummy! 

On Wednesday night at 10pm, I hopped on the Greyhound to Dallas to meet up with Nicolette, my first violin teacher! It is from Dallas that I am writing to y'all now, but I will put the Dallas news in a separate post. Missing you guys like crazy! 

Stay classy c",)

The Music of the Night

It has been a crazy two weeks! Much has happened since the last post and I'm so sorry I took so long to update you all! 

As I mentioned in my previous post, I was lucky enough to fulfill a lifelong dream of watching the Phantom of the Opera on Broadway! We watched it in the Majestic theater, which I thought was rather apt :) and as the famous chords of the theme song rang out around me and the chandelier swung towards the ceiling to shed a little illumination on the Phantom's past, my skin was covered in goosebumps and my eyes may have been slightly misty :) what an awesome night! I will never tire of that story :)

My hosts Donna, Stephen and Holly were kind enough to invite me out to Fire Island with them for a weekend. It is such a cute place! It is a part of Long Island and acquired its name from a story. Legend has it that pirates used to set fires to trick ships into thinking they had found the New York City shore, and then plunder the ships as soon as they had docked. Pretty neat story methinks :) the island is about 800m wide in total, and none of the residents have cars there. It is a thirty minute ferry ride across from the main land and once on the island, everyone bikes around on the proper old fashioned bicycles (bells, baskets and the works!). Too cool :) Donna and I spent an afternoon on the beach where we saw whales! I spotted them :) I saw a splash on the horizon and (not wanting to look foolish for crying "whale!" if in fact they had none there) I innocently asked Donna if they had whales at Fire Island. She laughed. Of course they did. We spent a blissful few minutes watching the playful fella breaching to his heart's content until, unfortunately, Shamu tired of the game before we did and went off in search of better things to do, leaving us scanning the horizon fruitlessly for more activity. It was awesome though! :)

After a lovely week spent in the New York area with my wonderful hosts, and a horde of new and exciting experiences behind me, I headed up to Niagara Falls in search of a border crossing at which I could switch visas so that I can legally travel the States a little longer than my work visa would allow. I climbed on the Amtrak train at 7:39am and endured a rather exhausting ten hour train trip across the state of New York to Niagara Falls. I arrived at my hostel quite proudly lugging my newly acquired hiking backpack behind me (it's blue! Yay!) and checked in before being given the grand tour. I think the best way to describe it is quaint. It was basically just an old house with rooms stuffed full of bunk beds. Not unpleasant though :) they made us breakfast every morning and there was a lounge/tv room downstairs for us to relax in. 

The following day I ventured out to explore the tiny town and switch my visas. I met a few Brits, Lithuanians, Chinese and Hong Kong(ese?) people at the hostel, but unfortunately as I was the ONLY one who could not get into Canada, I flew solo for the day. I also failed to switch visas as I could not get INTO Canada (not even walk through the door and back) and thus apparently did not leave US soil, even though I walked ALL the way over the bridge into the Canadian customs building and got an important looking stamped piece of paper to prove I had been there. Grrrrr. Stoopid rules. I decided not to let this ruin my day, however, and had a wonderful time wandering through the Niagara Falls park and thoroughly enjoying my amazing new camera! :) 

The guy at the Niagara customs office told me to switch visas at an immigrations office (thus making my entire trip to the falls a rather pointless affair) so I took a bus down to Buffalo the following day to the immigrations office there. Of course, once I got there, they said they could not help me. Wonderfully organised people these government officials. They told me to fill in an online form, pay an obscene amount of money (more than the cost of both visas put together!), and my visa status would be changed for six months. No thank you. I will try Mexico first :) (I would make a deadpan joke here about making a run for the border if I weren't concerned about the 0.0000000000000001% chance that some humourless government lackey reads this and might not see the funny side).

On Friday, I returned to New York City on another ten hour train trip, arriving at 10pm in the middle of the bustling metropolis. A hop, skip, subway, train and cab ride later, I finally got back to my hosts' house outside the city at exactly midnight. Feeling slightly exhausted I headed straight for bed, although not before I got the very exciting news that my cousin got engaged! Congratulations Steve! :) #specialshoutout! Lolsies.

The last two days were spent getting organised. I have found a place to stay in Nashville from Tuesday until the weekend with a very exciting looking host. I also had my first door-to-door Jehovah's Witnesses encounter today. I almost turned them away, but could NOT resist being able to put it in the blog! Hehe :) they gave me brochures on the evils of Halloween and I assured them (read this in a deep Southern accent!) I would pray real hard and read my Bible extra careful to prepare for the second coming. For the record, if that didn't sound like Mater the tow truck in your head, you read it wrong :)

I am slowly catching up with putting pictures on my blog! It is slightly hard because they are uploaded all higgledy-piggledy and out of order in my picture folder of thousands of photos, so I'm having to put them up as and when I find them! Be patient :) Anyway, tomorrow evening I am hopping on a bus to Tennessee and saying a fond farewell to the city of blinding lights and a very excited hello to the South! Eeeeekkkk! You could bottle my excitement and sell it on eBay :) Apparently it's an entirely different world down there... Let's see what I can find to share with y'all :-P 

Stay classy! c",)

New York State of Mind

Guess who went to the Opening Ceremony of the US Open and watched Serena Williams play live tonight? Me! That's who :) :) :) but I get ahead of myself.

The past few days have been the time of my life so far! On Saturday I left Connecticut for the shining lights of the Big Apple once more... I am staying in Mount Vernon, New York, with one of my campers. They have a beautiful house in a gorgeous neighbourhood just outside New York City and have very kindly welcomed me into their home. Sunday was somewhat of an adventure. Many of you don't know it yet, but I chose to invest a small portion of my savings in a decent little camera, so I walked into Bronxville (a very cute little village half an hour from where I stay, NOT to be confused with the Bronx) and took the train into the city to take my camera for a test drive. The train took me to Grand Central, glorious as always, and I spent a few moments admiring the beauty of it before walking out into the city. It felt like I had never left.

I saw some very interesting sights. The first was Pakistan's 67th Independence Day parade down Park Avenue. Huh??? Colour me confused... Thought I had come to America?! I was so confused, I forgot to take pics! But hey it was funny to see all the fat dignitaries (I assume) marching in their fancy suits and sashes behind their little green and white float in the sweltering heat! :) the float reminded me of RAG and I spared a moment of silence for the poor souls who sacrificed their fingers in the making of it. (Tuks students will understand that reference!)

A few blocks further was an even funnier sight: the museum of sex. Yes you read it right and no I'm not joking! Although in all fairness I couldn't quite believe my eyes either! I thought it might just be a store with a funny name to attract customers so, naturally, I went to investigate. Boy was I wrong! For the more modest readers among you (and those prone to mild heart failure if exposed to scandalous materials) I will spare you the details. But let's just say I got more of an education from eight minutes in that store than I did from all the sex ed talks at school! Lolsies sorry mom ;) I was also amused to hear the not so melodic sounds of Die Antwoord playing in the museum! Ten points for internationally misrepresenting the South African music industry! :-/

Next I found Macy's... The world's largest store! It has eleven floors!!! IN. SANE. They have three Starbucks(es?) and a McDonald's IN the store. Score one for bigger and better! I was gobsmacked (I finally REALLY understand that saying). I also visited Madison Square Garden to see if I could take a peek inside, but sadly it's being renovated so it was all closed up. Shortly thereafter, my camera battery failed me, so I slowly (tired feet hindered me slightly!) wound my way back up to Grand Central and headed back to Bronxville. It was a LONG walk home from the station! Need to recondition my feet to get ready for this tourist lifestyle! :)

Today was AMAZING! Camera battery fully charged and ready for action, I caught a ride into the city with Donna and Holly. They had tickets to watch day one of the US Open which took place in Queens. As we arrived, we ran into Billie Jean King. Merely the first sign that it was the start of an incredible day. I'm struggling to type fast enough to satisfy my enthusiasm! :) I hopped on the subway into Manhattan, again arriving at Grand Central, this time well prepared (camera charged!) and spent the rest of the day looking up and snapping no less than 562 photographs! It was the best day :) got lovely pics of the Chrysler and Empire State buildings; visited the famed Fifth Avenue Apple store and took a ride in their Great Glass Elevator (sadly not Mr Wonka's) and made friends with a cart horse in Central Park whose name was Samson. He was a beautiful muscular black horse with a white star and the sweetest personality. I fed him carrots. He liked me... I could tell. Lovely fella :) I visited the Central Park zoo and Central Park and watched some of the seal show. Sadly that was at 16:30 and the park closes at five, so I deemed it unwise to buy tickets. But I'll be back! I then walked fifty blocks up Fifth Avenue to find the Woolworth mansion. It was the eleventh most expensive house in the world (jury's still out on whether I found that one...); found a turtle in the Jackie Kennedy reservoir dam in Central Park; named said turtle George (it felt right); got back to the tennis stadium for my ride home, and they had been handed free evening tickets and thus had decided to stay for the opening ceremony and evening matches (S. Williams and R. Federer!) so we got me a ticket and off we went! 

Well, today was my day for celeb spotting, 'cause they were all out in the Open (get it? :-P). I saw... (Drum roll please!) Billie Jean King, Selena Williams, Lenny Kravitz (performing, no less), Kevin Spacey, Zachary Levi, Olivia Wilde (didn't get a pic, sorry brother! :-P), Jason Sudeikis, Cuba Gooding Jr., Anne Burrell, New York Mayor Bloomberg, and Donald Trump and family (the whole stadium booed him, it was awkward :-D). Probably more that I've subsequently forgotten in all my excitement but that's enough name dropping for this post :) the match was a bit one sided I'm afraid (as all women's matches involving Serena tend to be because the woman is an amazon and hits the ball so hard it may as well have been shot from a canon!) unfortunately, just after Serena stylishly concluded her merciless obliteration of her poor opponent 6-0, 6-1, the skies opened and Roger's match was cancelled! I was very sad :'( But WHAT A DAY! I shall sleep with a smile tonight! :) 

Tomorrow, if all goes to plan, you shall see hundreds of photos! Finally :) And then, as the sun sets, I shall be comfortably cushioned in a Broadway seat watching a Broadway production of a Broadway show ON BROADWAY!!! Phantom of the Opera... I'm lucky, I know :-D 

Stay classy beautiful people, you shall hear from me soon! c",)