Where have you been?

I have been having problems with my computer lately and have been unable to prep any new pictures to post. The problem is more or less sorted but I am heading to England tomorrow so will not have any new post for the next two weeks. Sorry for the delay but be sure to come back in August and see the last of our American Adventure trip photos!

What better way to make a mockery of our respect for England and everything British than by turning the London Bridge into a landmark of excess and debauchery. Rather than a place of culture and understanding the London Bridge in Lake Havasu is a bridge under which the slogan "show yer tits" is lived out every holiday season. Okay, the police have cracked down in recent years and the real action is now at the sandbar, but when the ladies need to take a break and their guys need more beer/gas/drugs it's the London Bridge they look for and the resources to be had nearby. And lets not forget all of the Girls Gone Wild footage shot there.


In these photos we see people warming up for the season - testing their boats, pre-tanning, and trying out new bikini designs (see my 4th of July post below). These were taken durning April so although it was rather warm it wasn't summer and things hadn't kicked off just yet.


These boats are as much a indication of "small-penis-syndrome" as the dune buggies a few posts back. Not only do the boats cost at least fifty or sixty thousand dollars (or more) but you also need the 'pimp' rig to pull them as well. I'm sure some boat owners are independently wealthy but you have to ask yourself how many of these boats contributed to America's current credit crunch.

I always used to tease my British friends that America owned England and there is no truer example of that then the London Bridge in Lake Havasu, Arizona. It wasn't enough for Americans to own England in England, they actually wanted to bring a bit home to enjoy as well.


Brick by brick the bridge was shipped across the Atlantic to its eventual home in the sunny Arizona desert. The British are actually lucky the bridge is here, otherwise Americans wishing to see England might actually show up over there!


Here are a few more artistic photos. Above is a narrow stairway while the photo below is of the many sparrow nests under the bridge.

Near the River trailer there is an interesting archeological site know as the Blythe Intaglios. As Wikipedia says not much is know about them other than the fact that they are 'old'. "The figures are believed to be between 450 and 2,000 years old." That doen't really narrow it down much.


Here is my girlfriend standing in front of what looks to be a horse (although Wikipedia says mountain lion) as well as a nice little spiral. My dad is in the background making an intaglios of his own. He was going to go back and check in June if it was still there but I never received a follow-up report.


Here is one of the little plaques that explains whats what at the site. The picture above is the lower left figure. You can see the spiral clearly in the photo with my girlfriend above.

Happy 4th of July everyone. Heres to a country that doesn't care how much of a cunt you act like so long as you wrap it in an American flag.

Here is my brother-in-law showing you all how its done.


Him starting off in the 'tumble-turn' position.


Here are the pilot and the cheering section.


And finally the boat and my sweetie (notice the palm tree in the background too).

I wanted to comment more on these photos but something else has come up. Euro 2008 is over and Spain earned a well deserved victory. They dominated most of the teams not least of all Germany in the final. For me this means that football season is over until the next Champion's League Final in May-ish of next year. I know there is regular season play but on basic Polish cable there is only the Polish League - thanks but no thanks.

Anyway, none of that is the point. The point of today's post is the hilarious, er, offensive, behavior of one of the Polish announcers on PolSat Television towards the end of the game. It was the usual set up, one guy does play by play while the other guy adds his two cents on various things such as usless statistics. The stats guy started laughing every time the Germans made a bad pass or otherwise gave up the ball. "Hahaha, silly Germans, you need a goal but you can not even pass to your teammates, hahahahah." Not just once but perhaps three or four times. And it was a cynical you-got-what-you-deserved type of laugh too.

Now, if my buddies and I are together and we start to take the piss out of each other (or the team on TV or whatever) thats okay. Its just us, and no one cares what we say or think, not even us. But when you have a National audience and are paid a shit load of money you should probably tone down the auttitude a bit. Reminds me of a South Park...okay, not this time but reall, where is the Excellence In Broadcasting these days?

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So this is the famous "the River." The whole concept is a bit difficult to explain, and a summary would be like this. A mobile home park located twenty six miles from the closest town in the middle of the desert along a river. Doesn't really sound impressive but the River is absoultely fantastic. In the photo above you can see some of the toys available including the boat, the dune buggie (not a $65k one), one of the quads, plus a few of the little kid bicycles.


In the summer (or in March as in this picture), when its hot, you can lay by the water soaking up some rays. Temperatures can reach well over 100F (37C) in the summer but we 'only' had 80F (30C) while we were there. In Poland at the same time it would be an excellent day if the temperature reached 53F (12C).


Dispite the normal image the desert is actually quite beautiful. In this picture, taken from the boat, we can see some of the far off distant mountains.


Here is a photo taken from the boat.


And here is one of the palm trees on the beach. I have included this photo for everyone from Warsaw. This is what a real palm tree looks like, not some cheap ass plastic thing you put in the middle of an intersection.

"Back when I was young" a dune buggy was a simple affair, a VW motor, some seats, and a tubular frame to hold it all together. Some of the more impressive ones had beefed up motors perhaps with a turbo kit. Today things are somewhat different and if you invest sixty five thousand dollars into your buggy your friends probably won't even be impressed. The one in the photo above had close to three hundred horse power not to mention the "freedom" paint job and was for sale for $65,000! Sixty five thousand dollars? Sure, I'll take two.


One red and one gray please. Now some of you may ask "Why do you need a sixty five thousand dollar toy?" And thats a good question. The answer is quite simple though, utility. Say your buddy needs a beer but is on the other side of the canal. Do you A) walk around and take the chance that the beer is warm when you give it to him or do you B) just jump the mother fucker and hand him an ice cold frosty one? Simple as you can see in this video:



Your buddy gets a cold beer and you get all the chicks (even though they know you are compensating for a small penis - hey, you got money so why not!). The other aspect of dirt madness is in the form of motorcycles, both two wheelers and quads. Just put on a fat sand tire and you are good to go. Below we can see a troop of bikers hunting for a bargain or getting some refreshments at one of the desert oasses. I love it when random people smile or wave to the camera (like the guy in this photo).

As we headed East into the desert we eventually came to the Imperial Sand Dunes BLM Recreation & Wilderness Area, otherwise known as Glamis. This is a huge (and half closed) recreational area for dune buggies and motorcycles. The dunes extend for about fourty miles (about seventy kilometers)! Again, there is nothing like this in Europe and the closest dunes would probably be the Sahara Desert in North Africa.

Here are some pictures of us with the huge dunes in the background. If you look carefully you can see the tracks left by the various dune buggies and what not that had been ripping across the dunes that day.

In posting these photos I just realized that I should Photoshop these two together so it looks as if we are standing next to each other. Watch out for that photo soon!

Having said good bye to San Diego (San Marcos actually) and stocked up at WalMart, we headed out. We drove through the Cleveland National Forest which had been decimated by wild fire only several months before. As you can see from the photo above things were calm while we were there but from the damage we could see it did not look like it was a pleasant experience for any of the communities involved.

Once we passed through the Cleveland NF we reached, well, nothing. We had reached the desert - the simply vast emptiness. Every European with whom I have traveled to the desert has been utterly amazed and my girlfriend was no exception. She could hardly believe that there was so much land with absolutely nothing on it! "You could," she said, "see for kilometers with nothing, absolutely nothing, in sight." She was also amazed (like my other European friend) with the cacti. Above you can see her posing with a very large example as well as her in the vast nothingness of the California desert.

Below you can see some photos that my girlfriend really likes.