This week's travel takes me to Virginia Beach. At least I had a chance to walk along the beach after the "Stormwater Plan Review" class that I taught. As usual, I was exhausted from a day's worth of teaching, but it was still nice to be out there.
It was warm, with temperatures in the high 80s (30 to 31 degrees Celcius) and there were a fair number of people on the beach for a Tuesday afternoon.
Virginia Beach is a great place for a family vacation; for us it is so close but so far away. Political leaders in the area are desperately trying to make the Hampton Roads area one community, but the tunnels actually divides the area into the south side and the peninsula.
What amazed me during my walk on the beach was the number of people on their smartphones. Darn, it seems that people cannot just enjoy their surroundings and the environment but have to be connected all the time. How many times do you sit in a restaurant and a couple comes in and after being seated and ordering they ignore each other and just stare at their phone. While phones are a god sent for us travelers (we stay in touch with spouses and find the nice restaurants on Yelp), it seems that human relationship seems to suffer. Even on this beautiful beach, couples were sitting on benches staring at their phones instead of looking at people, the beach and the ocean. So close, but so far apart.
A nice change of pace was the sushi counter at my favorite sushi restaurant: Kyushu Japanese Restaurant on Newtown road. I was sitting there with three other people and we had a wonderful discussion. Kyushu is really my favorite and worth a try for all that like sushi. The fish is fresh, it tastes great and good conversation.
I am a (retired) trainer with the State of Virginia. I used to travel throughout the state to teach Erosion and Sediment Control and Stormwater Management. I like taking photographs. I am a naturalist, trained in biology and ecology with a very deep-rooted love for nature. In this blog I like to share my photography hobby, other hobbies of mine, including my passion for sailing, biking, hiking bonsai, and nature. I will also share my philosophical outlook on life and some of experience.
Showing posts with label tunnel. Show all posts
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Tuesday, May 12, 2015
Friday, June 27, 2014
Norfolk (6/26/2014)
I was teaching in Norfolk on Thursday and driving back home that afternoon I had a stroll through memory lane. See, I used to work in Norfolk and Virginia Beach and had to travel back every afternoon. It is my understanding that the traffic in the Hampton Roads is the fifth worst in the country, Actually we locals call it the great cul-de-sac: two tunnels going to what we call the south side and you can literally drive a circle. In one tunnel and back through the other.
Well, the tunnels start backing up around 3 pm and going home yesterday afternoon, there was a 6.5 mile backup to the tunnel Just like the good old days when I did this every day. Back then, I figured out which of the two lanes goes consistently faster, and darn things have not changed there as well. It also reminded me of the other blog post I wrote on traffic issues.
The trip home also made me think of that one time when my flight was diverted from Newport News Airport to Norfolk and we had to take a shuttle back to Newport News. We were with three passengers: a lady 5 or 10 years younger than me, a U.S. Army soldier in his early 20-s, and me. When approaching the tunnel and going down towards the hole the soldier panicked and actually opened the van door and was ready to jump out of the vehicle (we were driving 30 or 40 mph). I was sitting in the front seat, so I could not do much, but the lady grabbed the soldier, pulled him back into the van and held him like a baby through the tunnel. The poor kid had just flown in from Houston and never seen a tunnel before, and going under the water terrified him. I still often wonder whatever happened to him. In addition, I wondered if I should feel safe knowing he was defending our country. Oh well.
I took two pictures going into the tunnel on Thursday. The first shows the approach and actually a boat that was about to cross the tunnel overhead. I love the approach when a boat or a submarine goes over the tunnel. The second was somewhat enhanced by Google, but this was about the point where our soldier panicked, opened the door, took his seat belt off and had one foot out of the door, when the lady pulled him back.
Well, the tunnels start backing up around 3 pm and going home yesterday afternoon, there was a 6.5 mile backup to the tunnel Just like the good old days when I did this every day. Back then, I figured out which of the two lanes goes consistently faster, and darn things have not changed there as well. It also reminded me of the other blog post I wrote on traffic issues.
The trip home also made me think of that one time when my flight was diverted from Newport News Airport to Norfolk and we had to take a shuttle back to Newport News. We were with three passengers: a lady 5 or 10 years younger than me, a U.S. Army soldier in his early 20-s, and me. When approaching the tunnel and going down towards the hole the soldier panicked and actually opened the van door and was ready to jump out of the vehicle (we were driving 30 or 40 mph). I was sitting in the front seat, so I could not do much, but the lady grabbed the soldier, pulled him back into the van and held him like a baby through the tunnel. The poor kid had just flown in from Houston and never seen a tunnel before, and going under the water terrified him. I still often wonder whatever happened to him. In addition, I wondered if I should feel safe knowing he was defending our country. Oh well.
I took two pictures going into the tunnel on Thursday. The first shows the approach and actually a boat that was about to cross the tunnel overhead. I love the approach when a boat or a submarine goes over the tunnel. The second was somewhat enhanced by Google, but this was about the point where our soldier panicked, opened the door, took his seat belt off and had one foot out of the door, when the lady pulled him back.
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