Showing posts with label texas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label texas. Show all posts

Saturday, May 31, 2008

A view over Arizona

Well I always wanted to travel to Vancouver - today work obliges me.

Another long flight, across the US from Houston to Phoenix, then up the Pacific coast, over the border into Canada.

If I compared the flatness of East Texas plains to that of Iraq, then the dry desert of Arizona reminds me of the flight over Iran and Pakistan to Kandahar.

Here too there's a slice of territory that favorably compares to the pictures coming in from Mars from the robot explorers sent there. Anyone for another Capricorn One conspiracy, hehe ? (That was a story about NASA pretending to sent guys to the moon, only it was Arizona).

There are ranches down there, and farms cultivating their crops in great irrigated circles like those I saw when flying over Iran and Jordan recently. The land is arid; the water comes from aquifers deep under ground and the concern is that these are consumed faster than refreshed.

Otherwise you can look at all this unused land and ask, where are the new farm businesses that can take advantage of the higher food prices?

Phoenix is this great city built in the desert and still fringed by it. Every so often a Hopi Indian design is imprinted in a highway ramp or public building. Large residential blocks are carved from the dust, laid out, built up, greened and sprinkled. Most houses have their own swimming pool, even if it is only two strokes long.

I was in Scottsdale once, 10 years ago, so I know what this all looks like on the ground, and its very beautiful. Looking at is from the air, it looks more like the isolated town of Gladstone in Queensland my father almost took us to live in when I was a child. I always wonder what my lie would have been or become has I been raised in such a place.

Ninety minutes stop over and I'm on the leg to Vancouver.

Friday, May 30, 2008

Liberty, Texas

I'm in Liberty, Texas, about 45 km north east of Houston. This is where a company in which the US operation I collaborate with has their base.

Liberty was founded in 1831, third oldest city in the state, I suppose as a village to supply local ranchers or something. Just under 200 years later its a classic two street town, one of which is called Main St (couldn't find Elm) strung out on Highway 90 leading from Houston to Port Arthur.

The scenery around here is quite flat - almost like the plains of Mesopotamia but with more vegetation thanks to the constant humidity. The Hispanic influence is there, not in the towns or the buildings but in some of the people and the so-called Mexican restaurants.

Went into one last night to pick up some food (its TexMex, not Mexican, but this I know already) and said few words in Spanish to the Latino waiter. He can't speak or understand it. Now that surprised me. The room cleaners in hotel can; they look like square-faced Olmeca, so either they are from Guatemala or northern Mexico and their living style has fallen into American ways.

I though I might spend a weekend in San Antonio de Bejar, but its not to be. Saturday I have to fly to Vancouver instead to conclude something.