The next 24-hour period is really two days in one, since the travel took up most of one day, plus we lost a constructive day by crossing the International Date Line westward. So it kind of blends together, with the hours of July 23rd disappearing into the void, to be retrieved on the way back.
The morning is nice, slow and touristy. We check out of the hotel and head for Seattle Center. It’s almost as I remember it from the good old days, except now you cannot roam around the Pacific Science Center plaza without paying. Pity. But the Space Needle is as impressive as ever.
Our target today is the Experience Music Project (EMP) Museum, with its impressive fantasy and science fiction exhibits and less-than-impressive (and extremely noisy) music exhibits. From the outside, it looks like something that crawled out from under the surface of a distant planet: all individually fitted, shiny metal sheets like protective plating on an exotic life form. Or maybe Darth Vader’s helmet after he got beaten up by some space gangsters.
and the “Danger, Will Robinson, Danger!” robot from the original Lost in Space.
I say, is fantasy your thing? No worries!
Or are you after a bit of wisdom, perchance? Again, no problem at all. They provide.
Except for the 150 decibel exhibition of Jimi Hendrix’s music (Oh, how I do love my ear plugs!), the museum was a worthwhile experience.
Outside (in the blessed “silence” of city traffic), we come across some funny creatures.
The afternoon begins to draw to a close. It is time to head back to the airport, turn in the rental car and go through the onerous check-in and security processes, and then wait for the flight to Brisbane. (Actually, it’s to Los Angeles again, to the tune of 2-1/2 hours, and then the 14-hour haul to Brisbane.)
And so we do, and then wait, and finally fly away, with me wondering whether I had researched enough, planned enough, prepared enough.
But it’s too late to worry, so I surrender myself to books, daydreams, watching the darkness outside, wiggling around to relieve my lower back, brief periods of uncomfortable quasi-somnolescence, and semihemidemi-edible chow. The joys of travel…