Parkma is a made up word invented by Mrs. Kongo to describe her uncanny ability to always find a good parking place in lots that are otherwise completely full. To Kongo, the word also describes the fun things to do at San Diego’s wonderful Balboa Park. Advertisements
After a few meetings in Florida last week, Kongo hopped a plane to Washington for a session with Government customers on Friday. He wasn’t quite sure when the business would be concluded so he’d booked a late afternoon flight out of National Airport back to San Diego via SLC. The monkey was happy happy when the gathering wrapped up at noon. Kongo finds himself with a few hours on his hands and the day was gorgeous so he headed to the National Mall before coming back over the Potomac bridges to the airport. Above, the Korean War Memorial is backdropped by…
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On Monday Kongo visited some cenotes in the middle of the Yucatan peninsula. Cenotes (pronounced SIN-oh-te) are sink holes where the limestone crust of the earth has collapsed to uncover the fresh groundwater below. They are all over the Yucatan peninsula in Mexico and are quite beautiful.
Kongo made it to Chichén Itzá yesterday on a 10-hour adventure that involved excursions into Mayan culture, home remedies, thunderstorms, and a discourse in the Mayan language complete with lectures on the alphabet and a bit of the linguistic background of the Maya language. Erik Martinez, a cultural anthropologist and Kongo’s tour guide, was the adventure master for this excursion.
So the monkey gets up at the crack of dawn today to capture some shots of the sunrise over the Gulf of Mexico from his hotel balcony in Cancun. Tropical sunrises are always a favorite pastime and he wasn’t disappointed this morning even though Mrs. Kongo did make some protesting noises when Kongo started rooting around for his tripod at 5:30 A.M. Actually sunrises look pretty much exactly like sunsets except, in Kongo’s opinion, the light is a bit softer and there are a lot fewer people out and about.
So the monkey took a little stroll down memory lane today and headed out to the annual air show at Miramar. There he joined about 100,000 (this is no exaggeration) of his closest friends for some spectacular aerobatics and dozens of vintage military aircraft that were on display. There was plenty of food, drinks, and military memorabilia on sale that you could pick through when your neck wasn’t cranked up looking at the sky as some screaming jet or helicopter went zooming past.