Blogging our recent US trip day by day, a month after the event.

21st November – Jellyfish and Beer Floats

San Diego AquariumSaturday began with a 7:30 awakening to the realisation that the Bury match against Burton was well under way back home, in cold, dark drizzle. I took my breakfast and coffee into the back garden to sit in the morning sun while my favourites won 1-0 on the other side of the planet. An odd feeling.

Rob took Mary, Bex and I to the San Diego aquarium. From the sunlit whales leaping joyously outside – no no, not real ones, these were sculptures – to the half-lit exhibits inside, the whole place is a delight. The first creature that we saw was an extremely active octopus; a big ‘un an’all, curling and winding under blue light and suckering the glass. I wonder if I should make my joke that octopuses really should have eight-tacles? Better not, eh?

IMG_20151121_144641609The jellyfish were hypnotic, and shone in their empty blue world as they circled lazily, minds that are to our minds as ours are to those of the beasts that perish, intellects vast and cool and unsympathetic, regarding this earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely they drew their plans against us. Oh wait, no, that’s Martians, not jellyfish.

Kelp tankAfter some wow-ing and ooh-ing and goshing at various unusual exhibits, the like of which I’ve never seen in British aquaria (grammar), we discovered a HUGE kelp tank, busy with bright fish, in front of which stood a small boy, enraptured by the bright kaleidoscope of colour ever-evolving before his wide eyes.

Beer floatValerie and Rob had arranged a small gathering of friends for the evening, both new and old, and we had the most brilliant time. Valerie’s brother turned up wearing one of Kit’s T-shirts, which immediately endeared him to me. The conversation flowed like wine, and vice versa. Actually not vice versa, since what flowed was mostly not wine but gin and Lagavulin and beer floats. Yes, you heard right – BEER FLOATS. Rich, thick, chocolatey stout with honking great dods of ice cream dropped into it. It was BLOODY GREAT.


About wombat37

A Yorkshireman in the green hills of Lancashire, UK Not a real wombat, obviously, or typing would become an issue. I do have short legs and a hairy nose, however. Oh, & a distinctive smell.

Posted on December 21, 2015, in #WOMBATSDOAMERICA, America, California, San Diego, USA. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. So many potential stories, particularly the boy at the aquarium.


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