Last day in Florida

My final full day in America was last Friday. In the morning we had breakfast at a place called Sizzler. We’d had dinner at another branch a few days before and it was nice. This all you can eat style of eating is not something I am used to at home – you get it perhaps in Chinese restaurants, that sort of thing, but it’s not common. So I took advantage and had the equivalent of two breakfasts.

We went to a place called Ripley’s BELIEVE IT OR NOT. There are other ones worldwide, there’s one in the Trocadero in London. It’s just a museum of weird stuff, facts, unusual things. Like a full-size Rolls Royce made out of matchsticks, a shrunken head, world’s fattest man and so on. It wasn’t that great and a lot of the things I already knew about. The sort of museum that should probably be free.

Then we went to the Titanic Experience on International Drive. I was excited to go here. Outside, the track “Rose” from the 1997 film was playing on speakers, which was a bit odd I thought, an albeit wonderful instrumental piece about a fictional character when the exhibition is about the ship, not the film. But on the other hand, what other music is associated with the ship in people’s minds? James Horner ftw.

We were led around the exhibition, which consisted of reconstructions of rooms on-board and rooms with models and genuine artefacts, by a man who I presumed was an out-of-work actor. His story was that he was a worker at Harland and Wolff, the Belfast shipyard where Titanic was built. This worked, although it was hammy, up until the point where we were taken “on deck”. He then turned in to a historian aware that the ship had sunk and doing the “it gets me every time” act.

The exhibition (which I must stress, I did enjoy, as far as one can enjoy such a thing) then turned bizarre as we watched, on a TV screen, a shortened account of the sinking using clips from the 1997 film. This was set to not the Rose music, nor to any other music from the soundtracks, but to Orff’s O Fortuna, most recently popular as the judge’s music from THE X FACTOR. I am sure that part of the exhibition was developed long before Simon Cowell decided to use the piece to announce his entrance on stage, but it still felt tacky. In addition, O Fortuna is a poem about fate and luck. The sinking of the Titanic was due neither to luck nor fate. But I digress!

I liked it though, I really did. There was a large model of the wreck as it was in the early 1990s which was interesting to look at, deckchairs from both the film and the real ship and I’m glad I was able to finally look around. It was definitely better than the Ripley’s place, which to be honest felt more like a glorified thief’s hoard.

The thing about Orlando which is shown most clearly in places like International Drive is that it’s a convenience town. It’s for the people to come and see replicas of things, experience reconstructions of things. The whole place is built around satisfying the tourist – it really is a paper town. It might sound corny to say, but I see Margo’s point now, whereas before I couldn’t understand it apart from a vague awareness that Orlando is extremely tourist-y.

Below is a photo of the first plate I had for breakfast at Sizzler.

Eatin' USA

During my last trip to America, I didn’t know that much about the country besides what my brain soaked up from Friends episodes, Super Size Me and the countless other films and TV programmes which consist of gratuitous shots of Times Square. The first identifiable thing I saw from the plane as we descended to JFK was a Pizza Hut- I think this says it all.

Four years later I am no expert, but I do know a lot more. Many of the people I communicate with the most are American. The only programme I re-watch as much as Doctor Who is the American version of The Office, about to start its seventh season here.

Words and phrases have entered my vocabulary and memory which were not there before. I know what IHOP (International House of Pancakes) is, and I suggested we have breakfast there this morning. It was amazing, and there should be a photo below of hash browns, (inspired to eat these by The Duke’s adoration of them in the John Green story of LET IT SNOW) sausages and eggs. The pancakes – which incidentally were like those pancakes the young Matilda makes in the film of the Roald Dahl book and not like English pancakes – were eaten by me too quickly to think of taking a photo.

We went to a mall earlier (I am Kelly Kapoor always) and I bought a cup of Pepsi from Taco Bell. Medium (which is probably UK large) was $2.03. I have no idea if this is reasonable or extravagant; somebody tell me please? I then went to a book shop and bought a paperback copy of LOOKING FOR ALASKA with the proper original cover, complete with golden Printz Award sticker. I’d like the hardback but I’m not sure it’s in print any more. It was great to see this cover, along with a smaller edition, sitting next to the hardback WILL GRAYSON, WILL GRAYSONs and a little in front of 13 LITTLE BLUE ENVELOPES. You just can’t find them like that in the UK, and it was exciting. If you are reading this and don’t live in America, it probably would excite you too.

Going to eat in our hotel now. There is a Pizza Hut built in! Mental.

Nearly finished my first IHOP:

Matilda makes some pancakes: