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As I said in my previous post, I’m currently in Denver and not sleeping. My body seems to be rejecting the idea that it’s 6:30am.
I’ve had a few interesting experiences over the past couple of days, some of which I recounted in that post, but there were some general comments and observations I wanted to make as well. Some of these only serve to highlight the differences between us!
My first comment about Denver is that it’s cold. I can’t think of a way to describe just how it feels without resorting to swearing. It’s absolutely f*cking freezing. Walking back to the hotel from the restaurant last night was the coldest I’ve ever been in my life. I checked the temperature when I got in (about 11:30pm) - -12C! Current temperature is apparently -16C. I can’t even think of words to describe that.
The city itself is very different from a British city. My home city, Leeds, (which is a typical example) has a very vibrant and fun city centre - a great selection of bars, clubs, restaurants as well as some fantastic shopping and businesses (particularly legal and financial services) - people live there as well. During the day the focus is on retail (and business, of course) with the restaurants and bars providing a diversion. There’s an out of town shopping centre which provides a choice - depending on my mood I can decide how to shop. My local out of town shopping centre is one of the last ones built in the country - there was a distinct policy to stop them. At the time I disagreed with this - thinking that they should be built and if people preferred them they would be successful.
Having spent a full day in Denver I completely retract that. Denver has the 16th Street Mall which, I believe, along with the Pavilion (located on the same street) is supposed to have the pick of the in-town shopping. It’s appalling and I’m not a serious shopper. On the positive side there are some good restaurants and bars which obviously make it a popular place on an evening (even in the ridiculous weather), but I was amazed at how busy they were during the day. Apart from a couple of shoe shops, book stores and Virgin I could find practically nothing, yet all the restaurants were busy. It took me a while to realise that people weren’t there to shop - they were there to eat and maybe if they got bored for a few minutes they could go buy something. Outside of 16th Street, there’s very little to interest a casual visitor to the city.
We headed to Cherry Creek shopping centre, which is about 4 miles from downtown Denver (I think) and wandered around there - not a great selection of stores (men’s clothing seems much more focused on sportswear here), but some interesting ones - enough for me to make a couple of purchases (including a cut-throat razor, which I’ve been looking for).
In general, people working in the service industry seem so polite, but I really get the impression that they’re not paying attention when I say anything not directly related to the transaction at hand (with the occasional exception).
Entertainment last night was, as I mentioned before, at the Comedy Works on 15th Street followed by a pretty good seafood meal. The comedy was a bit hit and miss - I missed a few cultural references, but the biggest shock was the way that Mexicans appear to be fair game for any jokes (closely followed by the jokes about the Irish and potatoes - very 19th century). Very different from the approach taken in Britain (this seems to be the equivalent of jokes about Pakistanis). The difference in attitudes to alcohol was also apparent - with the big drinkers in the audience covering the “two item minimum” (what is that about anyway?). This is reflected by the minimum age and ID policy. I agree that there’s a bit of an alcohol problem in the UK (and Ireland), but frankly, the fact that comedians can joke about crystal meth usage (and that the audience get it) says more about a “society” (crystal meth, has, despite a few warnings over the past couple of years, never really made it to the UK). Another huge cultural difference was highlighted by the sign on one place “No firearms permitted on these premises”. Thanks for that.
At least I felt reasonably safe walking the streets (Worryingly I tend to be a bit blasé in these situations and blindly walk through armed gangs asking them politely to excuse me), with the greatest danger coming from the cold. I’m pretty sure that a couple of times I was ready to give in and just sit down in the snow. Now all I have to do is find something to occupy my Sunday.




























