The economy appears to consist of selling cars to the residents.
I was told there would be cows, and a Walmart.
I have found the Walmart.
Visually, it's quite nice. No vibrant colors, but a wide variety of subdued ones. I can't take two steps without seeing an amazing texture I could totally use later, if only I'd remembered to bring the digital camera.
Walking down a side-road, I nod acknowledgement to a passing car. The driver nods back, taking me completely by surprise. I don't believe that's ever happened before. One has to wonder why I habitually greet people in situations where they've always ignored me, or why this didn't strike me as odd until it finally worked.
Fun stuff at the airport:
- Something in my laptop looked funny in the XRay, prompting security to pull it aside and check for radiation.
- There were two people being helped at the information booth, and an old man waiting a few steps behind them. I wait behind the old man. The two people conclude their business and walk away. One of the booth personnel leaves to go home, and the other makes a phone call.
The phone call ends. We are not called forward to the booth.
More people line up behind us.
The old man grows flustered, agitated. He's clearly angry, but won't step forward without an invitation.
Someone approaches from the side, doesn't see our line, and simply asks their question. Question is answered. They leave.
The old man is now beside himself. I walk around him, and ask the attendant to help this poor man before he has a stroke.
Punchline? He didn't need any help. That was the pilot.
Not sure what's up with that. But he didn't end up killing us all, and that's always a good thing.
- As the plane descends, I think "I am far away now." Then "What? No. I'm right here." and finally "Who are you talking to?"