Guemes Island Tour Pt(1)
Somehow we found ourselves in Seattle. Although we were in a shitty motel ten minutes from the airport and although we had been travelling in cramped conditions for what seemed like days we were pretty darn happy. There is nothing like lying down in the quiet seclusion of a strange hotel bed after a long journey.
First stop was the minimart for some beer. The mini-mart was run by a Chinese man and he stocked a healthy catalogue of pornography, “more than I have ever seen before in one place” said David, there was quite a lot of porn. Miller Genuine Draft was the beer of choice, and of course with that we had some form of beef jerky stick with cheese. Once back at the hotel we fell asleep pretty quick in front of the TV.
Next day up early. For today was the day we got the Ford F150 V8 pickup truck. I was pretty darn excited I can tell you. I did not tell David how keen I was to get the truck but I think he sensed it. Unfortunately Abdul at Budget told us that the Ford F150 V8 pick up truck was not available. Fortunately we could have a free upgrade to a Ford Explorer SUV ? only a V6 but it was a monster. I asked if it had a CD player and Abdul gave me a wry smile and said “it is luxury, it has everything”. We loaded the wagon up and squeeled the Goodyear fat boys out of the parking lot. Our journey had begun and we were both grinning from ear to ear.
Space needle was our first port of call. At first I was saying that there was no way I would go up it, but as we approached it I thought to myself, I am having so much fun I don?t think heights are a problem for me today. We both went up the Needle. The revolving restaurant is pretty cool, it goes round once an hour, but it looked too expensive to eat in so I just took a crap in the toilets there. After a look around on the observation deck I decided we needed to phone Jess from the telephone up the top of the Space Needle. I am scared of American telephones, they are so difficult to use, especially when dialling an international number. They usually eat all your money up and give nothing back in return except a brief confused conversation with the operator. I approached it with caution and to my delight it was quite easy to use. Jess was not in so I left a message for her saying we would be at hers at about 5pm. At about 5pm David and I had said “my God this is a beautiful place” about 100 times. We were driving through the glorious Pacific Northwest with uplifting house blaring out of the Explorer’s stereo. We had got supplies of Turky Jerky, (we later found out you can jerky almost any meat but we are not sure how they do it) Twinkies, Ding Dongs and Root Beer. We were a bit lost but sure that we were almost at our final destination.
September 23rd, 2002
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