Monday/Tuesday, 10/7/8. On Monday I drove down to George Washington’s Grist Mill and Distillery. Nice easy tour. Wouldn’t buy the product though. “Making it like the father of our country used to” is not advised. They have low production and high demand, so the price is excessive if your intent is to drink it. If your only goal is to stick in on a mantlepiece, then it’s a fine souvenir.
Lunch with old co-workers. We’re all getting old together.
My room is halfway up.
I paid for a fancy credit card which gets me into many airport lounges. How the 20(?) percenters live. Free food and drinks, comfortable chairs.
I’ve long considered Boeing 767 to be the worst plane. Flight to Rio de Janeiro confirmed my opinion. I did my civic duty and traded my empty three seat row with an empty two-row. Family of four, one a crier, all got to sit in the same row. Even with an empty seat, the plane stinks. Five inch screen?
I don’t know if I’ve ever walked further to get out of an airport. Uber was fine. Hawkers on the highway. Driver actually bought a bag of puffed rice from one. We weren’t moving much anyway. Surprisingly few Japanese cars. Good number of Chevys and Fords. I think I saw an Olympic venue falling apart. The velodrome? Now a shanty town or farmers market.
Airbnb’s view superb. But today was muggy, cloudy, windy. Huge waves. Had a beachside snack. Not third-world cheap. Massive beach. I was just wandering waiting for the Airbnb to be ready. Overdressed. No one mugged me, so that’s a plus. Haven’t found a single person outside the airport who speaks English.
Windy. Big slope down. Wasn’t wearing the proper footwear. Maybe tomorrow.