Wednesday, February 08, 2017
Next to Opera House, there is a cafe run by two ladies.
Biscuit was really good. Fluffy and fresh.
She is the baker/chef here. We talked about bread making and she said that she couldn't make sourdough starter for bread as culture doesn't thrive here, it's too dry and just dies.
Borax is what made this place. Being one of the boom towns for mining borax, a cleaning agent, this whole building of Opera House and Cafe was once a facility and accommodation for miners. Had cinema, shops, beds, kitchen, everything.
This cafe has just started to operate a few years ago. We had a whole morning in and out having coffee, breakfast and buns. As a bee keeper back in London I had to buy their local honey. Microorganism as small as culture doesn't survive there but felt reassured that bees are doing ok there.
Wednesday, February 01, 2017
Wednesday, January 11, 2017
Standing in the middle of road.
On my right.
On my left.
Salt marsh of Saline Valley, I think, from a direction I am looking at. There are hats and dirt roads in afar.
I am getting good at taking pix from a navigator seat while car is on the move.
Stopping for a lunch at Panamint Spring Resort.
Got to get greens whenever I see a decent salad on menu, otherwise it's pizzas and burgers. With Death Valley Cream Soda and oops how did it get on the table? chips.
Roadrunner was a cartoon from Disney animation films. Until I saw them here. They are real creature with blurry head like dashing cursors.
A petrol station with dinosaur machineries.
A couple came a little way backwards for a spot of lunch, it would've been a while if they missed this opportunity. Looked Canadian but they were Dutch or German.
Tuesday, January 03, 2017
A point-to-point rent car from SFO airport for 12days.
My camera is permanently fixed at F8/400 after an accident in Yosemite. A viewer displays a latest image I took but as a result of a damage on control button, it doesn't switch off itself and drains battery completely out if I don't apply a little force with my finger to turn it off. It became a pretty fixed, primitive camera with no reviewing options like an old film days. I am still immensely grateful to be being able to take photos.
One of impressive towel holding displays that I would be continued to be amazed.
A cafe behind of motorbikes was heaved with diners, possibly half of them were bikers.
Couldn't get in and no time for queuing for whole moning, we had to keep moving. Just
a light walk around town and time to go.
A shop window, a week after The Day of The Dead.
Champagne cork chairs - this motif would come up later on again on my trip.
A hand built RV. A guy at a pump in the shadow made it.