sitting in a hotel room
I've not posted anything about my trip to America, depressingly I've not really thought of my that wasn't cliche ridden. Big, loud, brash, sure of itself, and lots of overcomplicated coffee orders. Right now though I'm sitting in my hotel room decompressing from an evening of fun, about half way into my South by Southwest experience. I've caught up with people, moved on from others, and it's a great place to be. Unless you have strange dietary requirements, which round this place seems to constitute not eating meat all day every day.
I can hear some music drifting up through my soundproof windows, and it's kind of like being a glastonbury but having a proper bed to sleep in at night.
Expect more travelogue style stuff later, but in the meantime, here are some photos.
Comments
Good to hear you are in a hotel room.
For some reason I have this mental image of you sleeping rough on a street corner somewhere which of course is utter bollox and is probably more of an indication of the way my mind works than anything else.
You could always try eating meat. Maybe?