Mochi in Boulder
Oh, snap! Another flight later and I find myself with Ulla and Alex in Denver, CO. Was super disappointed that they didn't play the theme song for Dynasty at the airport on repeat, but they did have other weirdness. Like, the runway is in the shape of a Swastika and there are creepy gargoyles around. And there's a giant statue of a blue horse with gleaming red eyes. Scary!
And so we went to Boulder. A cool town full of hippies and real cheap parking tickets (don't ask.) We got this weird Japanese ice cream / pastry thing at a place called Smooch. 'Coz that's how we roll.
Mochi! The Japanese, huh?
Alex and some pink mochi business.
Meanwhile, back at the Denver airport, this.
I gave my luggage to Satan.
Doughnuts and Wine
Being the men of leisure that we are, Trevor and I decided to spend a day trekking around Portland and its vicinity. We hit Powell's City of Books (a bookstore that takes up an entire city block!) for a couple hours. Soo many books. Soo little room in suitcase. (Did get one: Moonwalking with Einstein.)
After that we were citied out for a while and decided to hit the Multnomah Falls. Yay!
Pretty self-evident.
Semi-crappy weather+week day = no tourists.
Wahkeena Falls, a nice, more secluded spot.
Enough nature for one day! We swung back to Portland and hit the Doug Fir. Weird mixture of Northwestern yuppie-classy joint-hipster dugout, but lots of fun. Can really see that place light up on a Friday night.
Bond face. Or, 'Bond fayschh'.
A Portlandian man. I guess. In Portland.
And we also made a point (cheers, Sheraz!) to hit one of the famed food carts in the city. This place was El Masry, corner of Washington and 3rd (SE?) and they had the best shawerma and hot sauce. Soo delicious!
Mm-mmm. Them flies and smell of sewage only added to its charm.
Keeping in with the whole eating and drinking shebang, we just had to visit Voodoo Doughnut. This is where doughnuts and wine comes in: we are men of leisure! We feel like having doughnuts and wine and watching Goon? We will!
Notice how the Voodoo Doll was stabbed in the genitals? Keep Portland Weird!
All in all, good job. Thanks, broheem!
...and have doughnuts and wine.
Keep Portland Cozy
Recovering from Barbecue Insanity, we decided to hop on the bus and hit Portland proper the following day. First impressions were: nice, cozy, weirdly clean, the homeless dress better than in S.F. and the place is generally more compact. The Pacific Northwest is crazy beautiful and the city totally reminded me of North of the border.
Keep Portland Weird, right?
Bridgetown and all the other nicknames do apply.
Industrial coolness.
A Portlandish man. In Portland. I guess.
The hipster roams Portland. Free-range, of course. (Only 300 of these bikes in the world, apparently?)
Jebus loves me, dis I know.