Showing posts with label dallas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dallas. Show all posts

Sunday, January 27, 2008

Car trouble

After a free entry night at the very good, and huge, Dallas museum complete with live Jazz band we head to Fort Worth. This holds the old part of Dallas that has now been renovated, the Stockyards. A taste of the original cowboy, I read. We take the train and I can honestly say it's the slowest train I've ever been on, cars speed past with ease. This shouldn't be so. It appears that on the train we're surrounded by people who've just got out of prison and can't wait to get their drink 'on' before seeing their kids in the 'projects'. I can't help but think these are just whining idiots who want to sit on their arse and blame the government for all their wrong doings. The 'projects' they live in are fantasy lands in comparison to what we've seen. And People do talk like they're in films here, bad ones.
It's throwing it down and a gloom hangs over Fort Worth. It really shouldn't have taken over an hour on the train to get here. We walk the streets alone except for the odd guy hanging around one of the four courthouses we see. I didn't realise there would be this many black people in Texas, I thought the South was where they were hated.
The map we have is clearly aimed at the driver, unfortunately I only realise this after an hour and a half walking a very grim scenic trail along the dirty river and then beside a pavement free road. We almost give up on the Stockyards but when no buses show up we carry on to the Stockyards and eventually arrive and dive into a saloon bar sodden.
Luckily it's a decent bar and we take a stool and admire all the cowboy hats stuck to the ceiling and walls.
A rodeo would later be on in the Mexican looking building down the road but we'd have to wait 2 hours and return to the train station not totally sure if there would be a train for us.
We manage to catch the train back to Dallas with some loud-mouth kids rapping to themselves trying desperately for someone to take notice. I felt embarrassed for them.
We seem to have missed the last bus and have to resort to an overpriced taxi, not what you want to be doing on a backpackers budget. Even kids have cars here! Necessary is an understatement.
A return to the Old Monk, the great pub nearby, and an evening chatting to a few people of which one of them instantly guesses that we're from Preston. Spooky. We chat about the homeless and that a guy even asked us, 'Do you have anything in that bag for me?', that day. Of course I carry a plastic bag around all day with goodies for the homeless! Freaks. One of the women we talk to is from England but lives in Vancouver, our next destination, and remarks on the homeless problem there. We can only but see for ourselves.
It hadn't yet sunk in that we were in America, the land of a thousand films. The place we see everyday on TV. No sooner have we arrived we head North over the border to Canada.

'So, what brings you to Dallas?'

'Umm, I've no idea really'. Oh, yes well the real reason was that there's no direct to Vancouver from Mexico so it means a few days stop over in Dallas is my first introduction to North America.
Before getting to our hotel a lot of messing around has to be done, and that doesn't include customs.
Stories of hours in U.S. customs have been heard throughout the trip but we flew through without a hitch.
As a backpacker in America there's many a problem, more so than just the cost. Getting around without a car isn't easy. Just getting the information desk to understand what we were saying was hard enough, it would've been easier in Spanish. After many a struggle with 6 tourist info staff we finally get the instructions to use the public transport system to get into Dallas. 'They want to get the bus!', one of the members of staff exclaimed, 'You can tell they're European.'
As soon as we hit the outdoors to wait for the bus we suddenly realise how cold it is. We'd almost forgotten about Winter, walking around in t-shirts and jumpers with the sun blazing. It turns out that there's snow even in Texas, the weather people seem surprised. Oh good.
To get into Dallas we first take 3 buses and 2 trains. Then we get another local train and then a bus and a 10 minute walk in the rain. After the worst flight yet, not for turbulence or a dodgy landing but for a sheer back in the past style plane and the co-pilot having to be recruited to hand out drinks. All through the trip we've had pretty good service and a decent standard of food, LAN who we used throughout South America are one of the best Airlines in the world by my reckoning. But this is America and you have to pay for food, a first for us, and it looked too dire to eat. As the American marketing tool is strong it really made out that they live the high life in all they do. If American Airlines is anything to go by we're in for a shock. Abysmal and, as we find out, expensive.
What of Dallas? Well, I know almost nothing about the place, other than it's in America's largest state, Texas, and there was a very successful TV show in the 80's that used it's name.
The shock of landing in Perth from a month and a half in Asia was much larger than landing here from Mexico. Mexico City is fairly Americanised so we were almost prepared. The prices may take some getting used to though, a lot of stuff is more expensive than England, not good on my budget. Our first taste of American life was in a pub within walking distance of our hotel. A very nice place too, although having waitress service in a pub where everyone sits down is somewhat odd. It's the American way apparently.
To get into the centre of the city the next day confused 4 members of our hotel staff. 'You have no car?', 'No' we reply 3 times. At least the sun is shining and the streets are leafy and good looking. A bus and a train into Downtown to have a day of looking around and we suddenly remember another thing Dallas is famous for, apart from the Cowboys. It's the place where President John F Kennedy was assassinated. The streets look clean but deserted, except for the tramps who wander like zombies in better clothing, so we decide to have a look round the Sixth Floor Museum set in the Book Depository where Lee Harvey Oswald fired the bullets killing the president. This is the most I've ever paid to get into a museum, another thing I'll have to get used to in the U.S. It's a good one though and gives you more information about the President and his assassination than you really need. The most important footage of the shooting is something nearly everyone misses. In a partly closed off booth the full uncensored home movie shows the full force of the bullets on the doomed President. Unsettling stuff. Outside the museum on the busy road is an 'x marks the spot' sticker placed in the spot where each bullet struck the president. Unsurprisingly there are Americans stood on the spots dodging traffic and having their photo taken. One guy is even stood on the spot whilst on his mobile phone, 'You'll never guess where I am', he was probably saying.
Coming from Mexico City I can't believe that hardly anybody is about on this weekday. I also have to get used to saying no to the many homeless people asking for change, they're fairly confrontational at times too. Some of them even look better dressed than us!
Strolling around taking in the large glass buildings and new looking brick churches and government structures I like the look of the place. It's just a bit sanitised and uneventful. The public transport is a problem however. Once off the train we wait in the freezing cold for the bus whilst watching bad skinned teenagers getting into their cars with mounds of fast food. After half an hour the bus arrives and we make sure it's the same number as the one we caught this morning, the 24. As we soon learn, there are two 24's. Obviously! Are they going out of their way to confuse everybody or what? How is it I can navigate my way around the Tokyo metro and not speak a word of Japanese yet not be able to use this piece of crap system!? This bus goes back into downtown before coming back to somewhere almost near to our hotel. After yet another 45 minutes we get back to base. Downtown, we find out, is only a 15 minute bus ride away! Seeing as the morning bus ride to the train station lasted about 2 minutes we decide to walk to the station the next morning. As if the public transport wasn't bad enough, walking to the station takes us an hour. At least the sky is blue and the housing estate gives us a glimpse into American life. It does look like the films from Hollywood, except no-one is about and absolutely nobody walks the streets. The pavement often just stops and is either covered in overgrown weeds or heavily cracked. People in large trucks and cars drive by us giving us suspicious looks. We have 6 months of this in front of us, we need a car.