Downstairs on the double decker train in the snackbar is Dan. He has three one-hour breaks in his 16 hour day and he is a dime short in his quarter of customer service. But he looked at me while I ordered yet another black tea.. "I'm sorry?".. pause, blank look at me as if he hadn't heard me.. "I just can't stop thinking of that little gekko in the advert on TV - you're English accent is just so him." And others around agreed. My squeaky little English voice is uncannily like the little gekko... you know the one?. It's ok, though, apparently the women here think he's cute.
On the Amtrak train from Seattle to St Paul/Minneapolis for the onward flight to my last four days of the RTW holiday in Boston.
Made friends with a guy from St Cloud who served in VietNam and was on his way back from a reunion. Really interesting; we talked American attitudes to Nam now and then. And we talked guns. He owns three pistols, a rifle and a shotgun. The former for protection the latter for hunting. Apparently 90% of his friends own similar.
We have been through Glacier Park There were no glaciers and just s smudge of snow on the 8000' mountains.
And then there's a lot of big skies in Wyoming, and as far as the eye can see, nothing.
Went through Wolf City and there was a great statue of a wolf.. the city got it's name from the original Wolf fur trading post that it started from.
And North Dakota. And Williston. Which I was thinking was yee-hah cowboy country. Nope buddy. There's oil in them thar wheatfields! They struck Texas gold here in the 50's and only recently realised that it actually is a field as big as a Texas one. Woopity-Do! And as dusk came on you could see little distant oil flares and see-saw oil pumps everywhere
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Which probably explains why gas is $3.45 a gallon here. Yes, a gallon!
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