The flight from Seattle to New York took a mere five hours, a journey made swift thanks to the earth’s rotation and the helpful shift in time zones. For us, the JetBlue aircraft transformed into an impromptu hotel room in the skies. Despite the ample legroom in economy class, a restful sleep or even a brief respite remained elusive.

Upon arrival in New York, we were immediately greeted with news of an impending snowstorm. Yet, the snowstorm was forecasted for tomorrow, leaving today open for exploration. Our adventure took us on a walk through Long Island, accompanied by geese. True to its name, Long Island stretches extensively, a place where one can drive for ages without reaching its end.

After checking into our hotel in Brooklyn, we headed to the Barclays Center for a hockey game. The arena is notably owned by Russian oligarch Mikhail Prokhorov, who also owns the Brooklyn Nets NBA team. Additionally, it serves as the temporary home for the New York Islanders until the Nassau Coliseum on Long Island is fully renovated and restored to its former glory.

The game between the New York Islanders and the Pittsburgh Penguins wasn’t particularly spectacular. The Islanders had already lost their chance at the Stanley Cup playoffs, while the Penguins were comfortably positioned in second place in their division, having already secured their playoff spot. I had long anticipated watching Malkin and Crosby play, but unfortunately, they didn’t make a significant impact in this match, possibly conserving their energy for later games. Spoiler alert: this strategy wouldn’t help them much, as Malkin’s fellow Putin-team (🤮) player, Alexander Ovechkin, would later dominate in the second round.

The morning in sunny San Diego began with a flight to Seattle, Washington. The three-hour flight along the West Coast, transitioning from summer to winter, was a journey worth mentioning. Flying in a small Embraer, the flight offered a low-altitude view of the West Coast, including Los Angeles, Yosemite National Park, Mono Lake, and Oregon’s mountain peaks, culminating in a flyover of downtown Seattle.

Delta Airlines, considered the best in the U.S., was the airline of choice. Seattle is famous as an IT hub, home to major companies like Amazon, Microsoft, T-Mobile, Valve, Philips, SAP’s Concur, Costco, Expedia, and the U.S. offices of HTC and Nintendo. It’s also where Starbucks was founded.

Seattle’s football stadium with a retractable roof is another highlight, though not for everyone. After a brief city tour, the trip continued to Bellevue, where many of these firms are headquartered, to meet an old friend who had moved to the West Coast.

Meeting a familiar face on the other side of the world brings a realization of the planet’s small size. Washington’s nature is diverse, with oceans, lakes, forests, and mountains. A short drive can take you to Canada or a flight back to sunny San Diego. Life in Washington is expensive due to high salaries in IT companies, but working for one of these firms can make it manageable.

After enjoying Bellevue’s views (unaware of a future friendship there), it was time to head to the airport for a trip to a unique version of New York.

Traveling from Austin to San Diego required a detour via Los Angeles and a two-hour drive along the Pacific Ocean. The initial plan was to spend two days in San Diego, relaxing by the pool and enjoying Mexican cuisine. However, plans changed in Colorado Springs, requiring a flight to Seattle instead of New York, cutting the stay in a beautiful ocean-view hotel in San Diego to just four hours.

Work obligations were completed after dark, leading to a decision to hold negotiations in a nearby burrito shop. The experience with tequila shots, Mexican beer, and great food was so enjoyable that it made the traveler want to stay permanently. La Jolla, the neighborhood, was especially appealing at night.

P.S. The San Diego airport also stood out, particularly an installation featuring car taillights.

In Austin, Texas’ capital, the key event is the South by South West festival, an indescribable music, art, and media event. Texas radiates a sense of freedom, with lenient laws on drinking and arms. The spirit of personal freedom is strong among locals. The atmosphere in the city during the festival is vibrant and unique.

A notable experience was attending an AHL hockey match, a league where young NHL players adapt to the big sports show, where the benched or penalized players refine their skills, and where aspiring players strive for fame despite lower salaries. The match between Texas Stars and Manitoba Moose was more fight than hockey, raising questions about the developmental value for aspiring NHL players. Many drafted players, unable to find a spot in the team, choose to play in Europe instead of staying in the AHL.

I flew out of Detroit early in the morning and arrived in Denver, Colorado. Denver Airport deserves special mention for its beauty. The Westin hotel building, resembling a ‘W’ or bird wings, and the airport’s light, airy structure with a roof mimicking nearby mountain peaks, make it the most beautiful airport I’ve ever seen. Then, we drove south to Colorado Springs, the Olympic City of the USA, home to the US Olympic Committee and training bases for various sports teams.

Visiting the USA Hockey headquarters was astonishing. It felt more like a museum than an office, emphasizing that great victories require strong rivals. Each trophy and medal has its own story of victories and defeats, a result of the team’s effort on and off the ice.

And of course, there were gifts reminding rivals that they didn’t become Olympic champions this time.

Detroit, a city rich in history and character, has experienced a journey marked by both triumph and hardship. Once faced with bankruptcy, its story unfolds like a patchwork of resilience and rebirth, a narrative deeply etched into America’s urban landscape. Those interested in the depths of Detroit’s challenges and transformations can delve into a detailed account on Wikipedia.

The city presents a fascinating contrast: while parts of its heart lie in abandonment, the suburbs exude the quintessential American spirit. Names like Plymouth and Pontiac echo through the streets, not just as echoes of the auto industry but as familiar symbols of the city’s heritage.

Detroit’s cultural vibrancy is undeniable, resonating with the legacies of musical icons such as Kid Rock, Eminem, Diana Ross, and Stevie Wonder. Their stories and sounds are interwoven into the city’s fabric, each artist contributing to Detroit’s rich musical tapestry.

Sports enthusiasts find a special connection to Detroit, particularly through the remarkable story of the Russian Five. Their legacy, celebrated in the documentary “The Russian Five”, brings to life the Detroit Red Wings’ era of NHL dominance, a chapter of my childhood filled with awe and inspiration. The narrative of Vladimir Konstantinov, marked by triumph and tragedy, mirrors Detroit’s own fluctuating fortunes — a city that knows the delicate balance between flourishing and faltering.

In a testament to Detroit’s resilience and renewal, the Little Caesars Arena emerges, not replacing but rather complementing the legacy of the Joe Louis Arena, which stood elsewhere. This architectural marvel, featuring multi-level ice rinks, symbolizes the city’s forward momentum. During my visit, the arena was in a state of captivating transformation, preparing to host the exhilarating March Madness college basketball teams. With the ice skillfully hidden under layers of insulation and parquet, the arena encapsulated the essence of Detroit: a city that continuously evolves, surprises, and defies expectations.

The highlight of a recent business trip to Austria was a visit to Hangar 7, a museum showcasing Red Bull’s achievements. Many believe Red Bull is just a soda company supporting a Formula 1 team, but their business is actually content production, leading to drink sales. Each can sold, typically earning the company about a dollar, reflects their successful branding at sports events. Billions of cans sold translate to billions of dollars earned.

It turns out you can fly over the Grand Canyon for free. Well, almost. You’re just flying, and the Grand Canyon is right outside your window. This happens when you’re sitting on the left side of the plane on a flight from Las Vegas to Dallas. And this is just a part of the beauty I managed to see.

Probably the view on the flight to Denver is even better, as the Grand Canyon extends to the northeast. I should check it out sometime.

My journey began not amidst the glittering lights of  Las Vegas, but in a place far more understated yet equally intriguing – Boulder City. This small, picturesque town lies a short hop from the city of sin but feels worlds apart with its laid-back charm. Known for its small but bustling airport, Boulder City serves as the gateway for those seeking aerial adventures over the Grand Canyon. Stepping into the airport, there was a palpable buzz, a mixture of excitement and the hum of propellers, setting the stage for an unforgettable experience.

Our pilot, Hans, was as much a part of this adventure as the helicopter itself. Hailing from the historical city of Bruges, Belgium, he was a man whose life story could easily fuel a series of novels. With a broad smile and a twinkle in his eye, Hans welcomed us aboard. As we lifted off, the contrast between Boulder City’s serene streets and the chopper’s powerful blades encapsulated the day’s theme – peaceful beginnings to dynamic journeys.

As we headed towards the Grand Canyon, the Hoover Dam came into view, an awe-inspiring feat of human engineering nestled between the canyon walls. Hans, with his ever-present humor, quipped about how the dam was like a giant plug, and one day he’d find where the bathtub was draining. We chuckled, but the laughter didn’t mask the sheer impressiveness of the dam, a majestic sight from our aerial vantage point, reminding us of mankind’s capacity for greatness.

Soon, the Grand Canyon itself sprawled below us, a vast expanse of geological history painted in reds, oranges, and browns. Hans transformed into a tour guide extraordinaire, pointing out landmarks and formations. But it wasn’t just a geography lesson; Hans narrated the scenery with amusing anecdotes and comparisons to his Belgian homeland. Each rock formation, he joked, resembled different types of Belgian chocolates. “That one,” he’d gesture, “is a perfect giant truffle.”

As we circled back towards Boulder City, the sun was high in the sky, bathing the landscape in a brilliant, unwavering light. Below us, the Grand Canyon remained a spectacular vision, its vastness and beauty a stark contrast to the playful narratives Hans had spun. His humorous analogies to Belgian chocolates had transformed these ancient rock formations into a delightful, edible landscape in our imaginations. This journey was more than just a sightseeing tour; it was an immersion into a world where nature’s grandeur met the whimsy of human storytelling, all under the clear, bright skies of a perfect sunny day.