So I had a YIM chat with my good German friend Sarah this past Sunday as we like to do from time to time. She asked me if I was nervous about the election on Tuesday to which I responded “No, not really. Whatever happens…well… happens.” But she noted that polls were close amongst both major candidates being incumbent President Barrack Obama (D) and former Massachusetts Governor Mitt Romney (R). She as well as much of Europe (and world in my humble opinion) are big Obama supports, but I’ll reserve my judgement as Joup will endorse neither candidate. Not that we don’t have our own personal opinions but Joup is attempting to remain impartial in this election as a whole. But what really sparked in our chat was how much each of the candidates traveled on a daily basis. And to what lengths they are going to become the President of the United States of America. How did these individuals impact our Earth’s environment in going to these lengths? I’ll do my best to give an estimate.
I wanted to bookend my trip, primarily for the travelers out there. While San Francisco is not a very distant destination for us, it’s still a world away for those trapped by their regular lives in LALA land and the gold we’ve found is worth sharing for others who may venture down these steep, endlessly winding streets in Northern California (or “Nor Cal”, as many a t-shirt and hoodie annoyingly announce).
No trip to San Francisco is complete without a trip to Berkeley and no trip to Berkeley is complete without a trip to Dark Carnival Books (and now comic shop as well, two doors down!).
The first night in San Francisco in what, just about five years. It’s good to be here, it is a reminder of what it’s like to actually travel. San Fran is one of those cities – like New York, Baltimore or Minneapolis even – that feels like a world city, as opposed to my two mainstays, Chicago and L.A. both of which I love, but both of which are more like glorified suburbs to the eyes of folks who have spent any time out of the country (Britain especially – the British ‘flavour’ is strong in cities like San Fran and New York. These cities are literal melting pots and they feel that way).
But the right-sided steering column is not the only thing different between Australian and United States automobiles. How about cars that supplement their fuel usage with Liquefied Petroleum Gas (LPG)? We have school buses, heavy machinery and public worker fleets that run on it in the States, why not cars?