After we drove away from the strange magic of Death Valley, John and I headed to Vegas. I would write all about that, except it was genuinely the least eventful night of our lives. We’re boring, old people at heart. Vegas wasn’t our kind of town. As we headed to bed at a pathetic 9pm, we vowed we would lie, and come up with a more interesting story to tell our friends.
Unfortunately, we are as unimaginative as we are boring, and so the truth will have to suffice. We’re the losers that skipped a night of debauchery and gambling in order to get a good night’s sleep.
I have to say, I wholeheartedly welcomed the fresh, mountain air of small, new-age town, Sedona, after the cigarette-infused aroma of Las Vegas!
There was nothing to do but embrace the counter culture of Sedona. We were delighted to find that we’d arrived on the day of what looked like a big, new-age festival. We wolfed down our Kombucha and buckwheat waffles and headed to check it out. I was adamant that I was going to have a Mystic Meg-style magic ball reading.
However, I was greatly disappointed to discover that the fair comprised of about five, confused-looking people sitting behind laptop screens at their various stalls. The digital age has RUINED the psychic profession, just butchered it! First of all, some lady took a picture of my aura with what can only be described as some sort of heat cam, then a vague-looking bearded astrologer took twenty bucks, asked for my date and place of birth and proceeded to email me a computer-generated astrology report. Twenty bucks well spent.
We then went to Tlaquepaque, a trip that was billed as a local craft village. NOW I was excited, I was going to buy all sorts of genuine native American gifts for my friends and family. Expecting beaded bracelets and dream catchers, I was again disappointed to find that this was a much more upmarket operation.
I didn’t want to buy a bear statue for thousands of bucks, I wanted to buy little trinkets for my loved ones. We didn’t stay long, but as you can see above, at least we got some pretty pictures.
With our plans to visit the Grand Canyon scuppered by the federal government shutdown, we took matters into our own hands, deciding to salvage our trip to Sedona with a visit to Out of Africa Wildlife Park.
For the first time since entering the shiny facade of the hippy town, we weren’t disappointed. Possibly because we weren’t technically in Sedona any more.
The animals were well cared for in huge plots of land, we got to see lions and tigers and everything in between. I was even enthusiastically licked by a hungry giraffe. I was happy.
So the highlights of Sedona? One particularly good restaurant, Picazzo’s Organic Italian Kitchen – pricey, but worth it. The view – Arizona is well-known for its breathtaking red rocks, but I can’t comment on the Grand Canyon (thanks, federal government) – I guess that’s something to save up for next time.