This time around Portland greets us with furious rain. Its probably a good thing we’re not staying long. Taunesha bids us farewell and I promise that our next reunion will be on halfway between London and Portland, probably in New York. A sobering thought.
Blue skies by the time we reach Seattle. The bus drops us off in Chinatown, so we roll our bags under a table in the closest restaurant and do our best to look slightly less bedraggled. Cue much suspicious poking about of noodle soup, “I’m betting that’s a kidney. Yep, definitely kidney”. It takes an hour to reach our out of town motel (note to self: do not leave hostel booking until the night before). Despite the macabre reviews on Trip Adviser, we find no signs of bedbugs.
To The Table 