I forgot to say yesterday that we went to see Mt Rushmore. Pretty cool for just a big rock with faces on it. I may need to seek professional medical help when we get home because im having issues with droping anything that will fit, down the side of the seat never to be found again, including the money we needed for a toll road woopsies he he
Today were on our way to Crested Butte hopefully do a bit of mountain biking. Colarado is very pretty, a lovley scenic drive. Not too much going on at Crested Butte, the information centre didnt even have any trail maps and the lifts arent going, so were a bit unfit to be sloging our asses up that giant hill. We're going to wait till we get to Moab for the biking. But damn this place is pretty i bet it goes off in winter!
Drive back to Gunnison, foud somewhere to stay and now were just relaxing which is nice. Mark is geting sick so im sure that means im next booooo!
Monday, 26 September 2011
Sunday, 25 September 2011
Day 21. South Dakota to Cheyenne, Wyoming
For a change today we thought we would just drive all day, havent done that yet. We are on our way to Crested Bute (i dont know how to spell it, it's late) to do a we bit of mountain biking.
The billboard said we could see and feed some Prearie Dogs at the next exit. Sounds like a plan billboard. We pulled up to the shop that claimed we could do this. There's a feild right infront of where we parked and theres heaps of them, just kickn it maxin, relaxin eating some grass. Man alive these things are so freakin cute its rediculous! I wonder what they taste like? ... I was just checking if you were still awake. I dont want to eat one, they are very small he he.
Every billboard we pass is going on about something called 'Wall Drug'. Is it a Shop? A place? Some type of sandwich? Do we need to buy a pipe? A element and spoons? I have no idea why, but i'm sure we will spontaneously combust if we don't go there. Suckered in by the 500 billboards, not surprising.
Turns out 'Wall' was the name of the little country town and I have no idea where the drug part comes into it, but we had ourselves a casual stroll anyways. A lady accidentally (i think) punched Mark while turning round, didn't even say sorry. I tried on a western shirt but decided against purchase, although it made me feel as flash as Michael Jackson, reastically I would never wear it.
On our way over to New York they kept taking hours away from us, but yesterday and today we got a couple back, not overly exciting it just means we were driving longer.
Decided we would stay in Cheyenne. Found a Motel6 then went to the Ausie Steakhouse for dinner. Marks steak attempt number two, success! Now for sleep so we can do it all again tomorow.
The billboard said we could see and feed some Prearie Dogs at the next exit. Sounds like a plan billboard. We pulled up to the shop that claimed we could do this. There's a feild right infront of where we parked and theres heaps of them, just kickn it maxin, relaxin eating some grass. Man alive these things are so freakin cute its rediculous! I wonder what they taste like? ... I was just checking if you were still awake. I dont want to eat one, they are very small he he.
Every billboard we pass is going on about something called 'Wall Drug'. Is it a Shop? A place? Some type of sandwich? Do we need to buy a pipe? A element and spoons? I have no idea why, but i'm sure we will spontaneously combust if we don't go there. Suckered in by the 500 billboards, not surprising.
Turns out 'Wall' was the name of the little country town and I have no idea where the drug part comes into it, but we had ourselves a casual stroll anyways. A lady accidentally (i think) punched Mark while turning round, didn't even say sorry. I tried on a western shirt but decided against purchase, although it made me feel as flash as Michael Jackson, reastically I would never wear it.
On our way over to New York they kept taking hours away from us, but yesterday and today we got a couple back, not overly exciting it just means we were driving longer.
Decided we would stay in Cheyenne. Found a Motel6 then went to the Ausie Steakhouse for dinner. Marks steak attempt number two, success! Now for sleep so we can do it all again tomorow.
Saturday, 24 September 2011
Day 20. Driving from wherever we were to South Dakota
Ooh this is a first, we're able to take advantage of the advertised 'free breakfast' because the food looks half way decent, who would have thunk it. Its good too because now, we can spend the money that we would have spent on breakfast, on lollies and Red bull yussss! We haven't tried a 'Moon Pie' yet so we give that a go. Mark picks the banana flavour and man it reeks. It's really quite disgusting. It crumbled all over the show, all in all an inconvenient driving snack. I'm still not exactly sure what it is, the smell barrier only allowed for a small taste. I give it a disappointing 0 out of 5 stars.
Broken record alert: Another long day driving, headed in the direction or Mt Rushmore. Yeah yeah, it is just a couple of dudes faces on the side of a hill, but i still want to see it. Its going to be a long day so i'll put in a couple of hours on my 'super top secret driving project'. Which by the way, has no purpose but to keep my simple mind entertained on these long legs of the journey. I'm still not going to tell you about it though.
Should we stop in Sparta? What kind of a question is that, it's our duty to stop in Sparta. Not only shall we stop in Sparta, we shall recreate a scene from 300. It'd be rude not to.
Driving through Amish land we see a guy riding his horse drawn cart. He waves at us and i take a photo of him. All the while singing to myself "hitching up the buggy, churning lots of butter, raise the barn on Monday soon I'll raise another" this is a snippet from Amish Paradise for those who aren't familiar with Weird Als' parody of 'Gangsta Paradise' i know what i mean.
Then really we just did a whole bunch of driving. Had a couple of rest stops, now were at the motel. Which is just lovely, it doesn't look like much from the outside BUT this is in fact the first motel with a fake flower arrangement on the table and a plant on the rack over there. How about that!
Now to find something for dinner. We saw some places just down the road, we'll check them out. 'Family friendly' splendid, sounds positively wholesome. Table for two please. Waiting for our dinner we stop to take in our surroundings. Seems like everybody here is shall we say, old as fook. Surely we didn't just unknowingly walk into a rest home. Or did we? I got my meal accompanying salad early so i go to work. The lettuce looks old and gross so I'm just going to eat the croutons. I'm not an animal, so I'm going to eat them with my fork. Mid crouton stab, a piece flies off and shoots directly in my eyeball, fan freaking tastic, how am i going to explain this to the ambulance. Mark ordered a steak, with no sharp corners so i should be safe for the rest if the meal. Or is it a steak? Seeems like this is just a flat sausage in breadcrumbs. We were joking just before the food came out, that the food is probably pre chewed, doesn't seem so funny now. I see there's pumpkin pie on the desert menu, i doubt I'll like it but I've never had it before, might as well make the whole meal a write off. Not spew worthy but i wouldn't have it again. Marks was nice so hopefully that makes up for his pre chewed sausage meal. We were gathering ourselves and preparing to leave one of the 'residents' came over to tell me that she loved my Vegas tattoo, rock on old lady :)
Broken record alert: Another long day driving, headed in the direction or Mt Rushmore. Yeah yeah, it is just a couple of dudes faces on the side of a hill, but i still want to see it. Its going to be a long day so i'll put in a couple of hours on my 'super top secret driving project'. Which by the way, has no purpose but to keep my simple mind entertained on these long legs of the journey. I'm still not going to tell you about it though.
Should we stop in Sparta? What kind of a question is that, it's our duty to stop in Sparta. Not only shall we stop in Sparta, we shall recreate a scene from 300. It'd be rude not to.
Driving through Amish land we see a guy riding his horse drawn cart. He waves at us and i take a photo of him. All the while singing to myself "hitching up the buggy, churning lots of butter, raise the barn on Monday soon I'll raise another" this is a snippet from Amish Paradise for those who aren't familiar with Weird Als' parody of 'Gangsta Paradise' i know what i mean.
Then really we just did a whole bunch of driving. Had a couple of rest stops, now were at the motel. Which is just lovely, it doesn't look like much from the outside BUT this is in fact the first motel with a fake flower arrangement on the table and a plant on the rack over there. How about that!
Now to find something for dinner. We saw some places just down the road, we'll check them out. 'Family friendly' splendid, sounds positively wholesome. Table for two please. Waiting for our dinner we stop to take in our surroundings. Seems like everybody here is shall we say, old as fook. Surely we didn't just unknowingly walk into a rest home. Or did we? I got my meal accompanying salad early so i go to work. The lettuce looks old and gross so I'm just going to eat the croutons. I'm not an animal, so I'm going to eat them with my fork. Mid crouton stab, a piece flies off and shoots directly in my eyeball, fan freaking tastic, how am i going to explain this to the ambulance. Mark ordered a steak, with no sharp corners so i should be safe for the rest if the meal. Or is it a steak? Seeems like this is just a flat sausage in breadcrumbs. We were joking just before the food came out, that the food is probably pre chewed, doesn't seem so funny now. I see there's pumpkin pie on the desert menu, i doubt I'll like it but I've never had it before, might as well make the whole meal a write off. Not spew worthy but i wouldn't have it again. Marks was nice so hopefully that makes up for his pre chewed sausage meal. We were gathering ourselves and preparing to leave one of the 'residents' came over to tell me that she loved my Vegas tattoo, rock on old lady :)
Friday, 23 September 2011
Day 18. Driving from Canada to Wherever
Breakfast in Canada this morning, we don't have any Canadian money but we do have a Visa card so we'll be sweet .... pause ..... not! We don't take visa but we do take MasterCard, woopie. They take American money luckily but we only have a $100 note. 90 Canadian dollars, what a pain in the ass.
On the road again for another long drive, I'm watching the GPS ... two minutes since i last checked, maaaaaan. Have to cross back to the USA today, that took a very long time. I thought the time was going slow before GPS just slapped an extra hour on, brilliant.
So there's not a lot going on really, that's why I'm writing this in the car again. I feel like I'm over the last Subway trauma, so we'll just jump right back on that horse and have it for lunch. This was a good experience, my will to live and faith in sandwich artists has been restored, only just.
For those who were wondering the soap didn't smell like a camel last night, so that's good. Also, there was soap and get this ... a body wash sachet. Soap in liquid form, ged-oudda here! Inspired by my liquid soap experience I decided that we could splash out on body wash so i can sleep at night, without having to worry about, whether or not the next soap is going to be acceptable for my nostrils. Just a little insight there, because that's about it at the moment.
I have been on the search for a new pair of shoes. As some of you know i only have one pair of non sports related shoes, they're almost dead. Anyway we've looked I'm about a million shops but nothing. This may be because the pair in my brain doesn't exist. I'm not even sure what I want, but I have a feeling that they look exactly like my snowboard boots, but in shoe form. So there ya go, exciting huh. Bet you're glad you read this today.
I've just used up the entire camera battery working on a super top secret driving project. One of which I shall not divulge any details as previously mentioned, it is in fact .... super top secret. Just thought i'd put it out there.
Staying at the Super 8 in Harmony, Illinois. We think, were not even sure if that's a place. First room with a fridge, and a coffee pot! Using the motel washing facilities, golden. Moving on up folks.
On the road again for another long drive, I'm watching the GPS ... two minutes since i last checked, maaaaaan. Have to cross back to the USA today, that took a very long time. I thought the time was going slow before GPS just slapped an extra hour on, brilliant.
So there's not a lot going on really, that's why I'm writing this in the car again. I feel like I'm over the last Subway trauma, so we'll just jump right back on that horse and have it for lunch. This was a good experience, my will to live and faith in sandwich artists has been restored, only just.
For those who were wondering the soap didn't smell like a camel last night, so that's good. Also, there was soap and get this ... a body wash sachet. Soap in liquid form, ged-oudda here! Inspired by my liquid soap experience I decided that we could splash out on body wash so i can sleep at night, without having to worry about, whether or not the next soap is going to be acceptable for my nostrils. Just a little insight there, because that's about it at the moment.
I have been on the search for a new pair of shoes. As some of you know i only have one pair of non sports related shoes, they're almost dead. Anyway we've looked I'm about a million shops but nothing. This may be because the pair in my brain doesn't exist. I'm not even sure what I want, but I have a feeling that they look exactly like my snowboard boots, but in shoe form. So there ya go, exciting huh. Bet you're glad you read this today.
I've just used up the entire camera battery working on a super top secret driving project. One of which I shall not divulge any details as previously mentioned, it is in fact .... super top secret. Just thought i'd put it out there.
Staying at the Super 8 in Harmony, Illinois. We think, were not even sure if that's a place. First room with a fridge, and a coffee pot! Using the motel washing facilities, golden. Moving on up folks.
Thursday, 22 September 2011
Day 16: Scott, Pensylvania to Canadia Eh
Going to see Niagra Falls today, just a short 4 and a half hour drive.
Mc Donalds for a 'Sausage and Egg Biscuit' I know sounds it sounds gross BUT this could be the best Mc Donalds food ever. With the 'Mc Griddle' which is a whole separate can of worms following close behind. So its like a sausage and egg Mc Muffin but instead of the muffin its a freakin scone, but better! Anyway
I find myself here, in the passenger seat for another long water boy shift, dispensing high quality H2O and soothing Marks eardrums with my angelic vocals. There's not a lot going on really .... I wonder what the soap at the next Motel is going to smell like? Last nights soap smelled like a camel, i hope its better tonight. Will the next motel have 'Special Rates', squealy feeling carpet, cigarette burns all over the bath or a designated area for your wall unit? So many magical mysteries, and yes that last bit is off Saturday Night Live.
GPS decided that we should see Niagra Falls from the Canada side and who are we to argue with technology. We made it through the border and after a couple of wrong turns we found the falls. Lucky too because they're soo small you could easily drive right on past them ..... he he. Spectacular to say the least. We went down under the falls that was pretty cool and whaddya know, another stylish poncho.
Lunch at the first place we came across 'Margueritaville', guess I can deal with that. Baby back ribs to share, yum but expensive. So if we don't eat for the next couple of days we'll be sweet.
Stoped in at a Motel to see what the prices over here are like, $50 for the night, yip that'll do. The room is nice with 2x Double beds yusssss! This also marks the first motel that:
a) Has a light on the ceiling (I know exciting right) only one but still better than a lamp
b) Doesn't have a hideous loud fan that comes on when we turn on the bathroom light.
c) Has a cot
Things are looking up kid. Now for the soap ......
Mc Donalds for a 'Sausage and Egg Biscuit' I know sounds it sounds gross BUT this could be the best Mc Donalds food ever. With the 'Mc Griddle' which is a whole separate can of worms following close behind. So its like a sausage and egg Mc Muffin but instead of the muffin its a freakin scone, but better! Anyway
I find myself here, in the passenger seat for another long water boy shift, dispensing high quality H2O and soothing Marks eardrums with my angelic vocals. There's not a lot going on really .... I wonder what the soap at the next Motel is going to smell like? Last nights soap smelled like a camel, i hope its better tonight. Will the next motel have 'Special Rates', squealy feeling carpet, cigarette burns all over the bath or a designated area for your wall unit? So many magical mysteries, and yes that last bit is off Saturday Night Live.
GPS decided that we should see Niagra Falls from the Canada side and who are we to argue with technology. We made it through the border and after a couple of wrong turns we found the falls. Lucky too because they're soo small you could easily drive right on past them ..... he he. Spectacular to say the least. We went down under the falls that was pretty cool and whaddya know, another stylish poncho.
Lunch at the first place we came across 'Margueritaville', guess I can deal with that. Baby back ribs to share, yum but expensive. So if we don't eat for the next couple of days we'll be sweet.
Stoped in at a Motel to see what the prices over here are like, $50 for the night, yip that'll do. The room is nice with 2x Double beds yusssss! This also marks the first motel that:
a) Has a light on the ceiling (I know exciting right) only one but still better than a lamp
b) Doesn't have a hideous loud fan that comes on when we turn on the bathroom light.
c) Has a cot
Things are looking up kid. Now for the soap ......
Wednesday, 21 September 2011
Day 16. NYC to Scott, Pensylvania
It was very late last night when i wrote my 'Diary' if you must, i forgot to mention that on the bus home we saw a lady with the funkiest beard (and i don't mean funky in a good way) I know I say this a lot, but it actually looked like pubes on her chin and Mark will back me up on that one. Come on man, you have a blue tooth connected to your ear. You care enough to not give yourself brain cancer but you can't invest in a little landscaping ON YOUR FACE I don't even know man. I'm sure she has a great personality tho.
Another bus to catch into NYC this morning, got to do the part of the tour we didn't have time to do yesterday, the Harlem loop. Subway for breakfast. One chicken and bacon and ranch please, toasted with regular cheese ... Microwaved, f**k you Habeeb this soggy bread just ain't cricket.
Found the bus, no ponchos today in this lovely T-Shirt weather. Got off the bus at the Natural History Museum to look at a bunch of dinosaurs. Pretty cool really, didn't stick around to see too much more, tried to see the Frogs exhibition but you needed special tickets for that one, ah well. Back on the bus, this ridiculous UN convention is screwing up the traffic so it takes shit loads longer than it should.
Street vendor 'Lamb Gyro' for lunch, dropped it all over the sidewalk then moved away so i could frame someone else for it, woopsies. Bus back to the car was easy today now we figured out that Marks watch was four minutes late. Duh!
On the road again headed towards Niagra Falls, we start to look for a motel pretty early as we finding it problematic getting reasonable priced boardings. We tried a couple with no love so carried on our way for another hour or so. Ooh that place looks stink lets try here. You need a 4X4 to get up the drive, car parks accommodate big rigs i think this may be it. Success! The rooms not bad, heaps better than the last one with absolutely no gang tagging on the walls, king of the castle king in the castle I have a chair.
Now for dinner, subway is about a minute walk from the motel but I'm still emotionally scarred from my soggy breakfast, i just can't face it. Much to Marks dismay i decide that we shall not be having subway, and we need to eat somewhere else. So we asked the GPS where there was to eat around here, he pointed us in a direction and we went there. Short distance from the dive of a motel to just over the bridge, there is a whole new land of very rich people with large houses and perfactly manicured lawns. I think were going to fit in nicely here. This is a very nice area but i cant help but thinking, with all this pressure to have their lawn rows lined up, someones going to go on a murderous killing spree in the very near future. Just sayin'
Found a little Irish Pub. The cars parked outside are flash but we decide to go there anyway. "sometimes you wanna go where everybody knows your name, and they're always glad you came" So it wasn't like that, we got a few funny looks but my ceaser salad was yum, and my vodka drink was very healthy, extra points for that bartender. Mark ordered a Hoagie and chips just for shits and giggs. The chips were ready salted regular chips, which wouldn't be so bad if we hadnt just polished off a tube of pringles. Ahhhh Maaaan.
Back at the motel and unlike the last place there's a TV remote (and it works) and every second Chanel isn't hardcore porn, be free my little retinas for you are safe now.
Another bus to catch into NYC this morning, got to do the part of the tour we didn't have time to do yesterday, the Harlem loop. Subway for breakfast. One chicken and bacon and ranch please, toasted with regular cheese ... Microwaved, f**k you Habeeb this soggy bread just ain't cricket.
Found the bus, no ponchos today in this lovely T-Shirt weather. Got off the bus at the Natural History Museum to look at a bunch of dinosaurs. Pretty cool really, didn't stick around to see too much more, tried to see the Frogs exhibition but you needed special tickets for that one, ah well. Back on the bus, this ridiculous UN convention is screwing up the traffic so it takes shit loads longer than it should.
Street vendor 'Lamb Gyro' for lunch, dropped it all over the sidewalk then moved away so i could frame someone else for it, woopsies. Bus back to the car was easy today now we figured out that Marks watch was four minutes late. Duh!
On the road again headed towards Niagra Falls, we start to look for a motel pretty early as we finding it problematic getting reasonable priced boardings. We tried a couple with no love so carried on our way for another hour or so. Ooh that place looks stink lets try here. You need a 4X4 to get up the drive, car parks accommodate big rigs i think this may be it. Success! The rooms not bad, heaps better than the last one with absolutely no gang tagging on the walls, king of the castle king in the castle I have a chair.
Now for dinner, subway is about a minute walk from the motel but I'm still emotionally scarred from my soggy breakfast, i just can't face it. Much to Marks dismay i decide that we shall not be having subway, and we need to eat somewhere else. So we asked the GPS where there was to eat around here, he pointed us in a direction and we went there. Short distance from the dive of a motel to just over the bridge, there is a whole new land of very rich people with large houses and perfactly manicured lawns. I think were going to fit in nicely here. This is a very nice area but i cant help but thinking, with all this pressure to have their lawn rows lined up, someones going to go on a murderous killing spree in the very near future. Just sayin'
Found a little Irish Pub. The cars parked outside are flash but we decide to go there anyway. "sometimes you wanna go where everybody knows your name, and they're always glad you came" So it wasn't like that, we got a few funny looks but my ceaser salad was yum, and my vodka drink was very healthy, extra points for that bartender. Mark ordered a Hoagie and chips just for shits and giggs. The chips were ready salted regular chips, which wouldn't be so bad if we hadnt just polished off a tube of pringles. Ahhhh Maaaan.
Back at the motel and unlike the last place there's a TV remote (and it works) and every second Chanel isn't hardcore porn, be free my little retinas for you are safe now.
Tuesday, 20 September 2011
Day 15 or is it im not sure. NYC still and Broadway
Up early to catch the train again for more NYC sightseeing. Find one of those annoying Ethiopian tourist vultures and buy a ticket on the open air bus. Heaps easier than getting a diploma in subway timetable deciphering. Its raining so we get one of those really attractive ponchos yusss.
Stop off back in Soho, heaps of cool shops but don't buy anything because we're tight. Get back on the bus to stop at the World Trade Center Memorial. There are fancy UN people in town this week so there's fuzz and secret service everywhere, which i might add isn't that secret considering they have secret service' written on their cars. We find where the memorial is supposed to be only to find out that if you want to actually see it, you have to book three months in advance ... riiiight.
Back on the bus to go see the Statue of Liberty we were going to take the Staten Island Ferry but the hoards of people waiting to board made us think that it was pointless as we wouldn't be able to see anything anyways. Probably better off because i get boat sick anyhow. We get back on the bus again and the lady was a bitch so i took it upon myself to take 3 more ponchos, man im badass!
Side note: Whoever told us that you get awesome service over here, is a dirty lier! So far the service industry are a bunch of wankers (with the exception of a hand full of people) and if they're not defiantly going to get money from you, they don't give a shit.
Back to my bad self and my new ponchos. Get back on the bus to go back where we started, so we can book our tickets for a show tonight. Make our way to the cheap ticket stairs area and a man is selling tickets to Wicked on the side, somethings not right about this, nah bowl were good. Book our tickets for Rock Of Ages, stoked. Three hours to do whatever, lets go find Macys see what all the fuss is about. This place is humungus, 8 storeys, sweet Jesus. Way bigger than Deka ever was.
Stopped at the M&Ms shop, same old souvenir shop deal but you can buy individual colour ones. BLACK ONES! Yip black m&ms, and every other colour invented but I'm more excited about the black ones, not too far off brown but exciting all the same.
Off to see the show. They check our bags for food and took our m&ms off us, god help is someone smuggled in some m&ms, whatever, we'll get them later. What a long day i need a drink. I get a vodka and lemonade, Mark gets a can of Budweiser $23 WTF! Luckily the show was AMAZING so I'm not as dirty on it anymore, but it still makes me sad in my pocket.
Stop off back in Soho, heaps of cool shops but don't buy anything because we're tight. Get back on the bus to stop at the World Trade Center Memorial. There are fancy UN people in town this week so there's fuzz and secret service everywhere, which i might add isn't that secret considering they have secret service' written on their cars. We find where the memorial is supposed to be only to find out that if you want to actually see it, you have to book three months in advance ... riiiight.
Back on the bus to go see the Statue of Liberty we were going to take the Staten Island Ferry but the hoards of people waiting to board made us think that it was pointless as we wouldn't be able to see anything anyways. Probably better off because i get boat sick anyhow. We get back on the bus again and the lady was a bitch so i took it upon myself to take 3 more ponchos, man im badass!
Side note: Whoever told us that you get awesome service over here, is a dirty lier! So far the service industry are a bunch of wankers (with the exception of a hand full of people) and if they're not defiantly going to get money from you, they don't give a shit.
Back to my bad self and my new ponchos. Get back on the bus to go back where we started, so we can book our tickets for a show tonight. Make our way to the cheap ticket stairs area and a man is selling tickets to Wicked on the side, somethings not right about this, nah bowl were good. Book our tickets for Rock Of Ages, stoked. Three hours to do whatever, lets go find Macys see what all the fuss is about. This place is humungus, 8 storeys, sweet Jesus. Way bigger than Deka ever was.
Stopped at the M&Ms shop, same old souvenir shop deal but you can buy individual colour ones. BLACK ONES! Yip black m&ms, and every other colour invented but I'm more excited about the black ones, not too far off brown but exciting all the same.
Off to see the show. They check our bags for food and took our m&ms off us, god help is someone smuggled in some m&ms, whatever, we'll get them later. What a long day i need a drink. I get a vodka and lemonade, Mark gets a can of Budweiser $23 WTF! Luckily the show was AMAZING so I'm not as dirty on it anymore, but it still makes me sad in my pocket.
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