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 dropsContinue reading “Day Twenty: The Final City.”
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Day Sixteen: Towards Mt. Hood
We pass a string of homeless men on Burnside as we trek to Voodoo doughnuts. I’ve never seen quite so many destitute people in one city, but as Hattie reminds me, I’ve never been to San Francisco. We eat the best doughnuts, filled with Bavarian cream and coated in chocolate. There’s a definite smell ofContinue reading “Day Sixteen: Towards Mt. Hood”
Day Fifteen: Hello, Portland.
Six thirty brings the most painful trek to the bus stop since my last DoE expedition through North Norfolk (bronze award, obviously). It seems that bulk buying books and Mardi Gras beads was not the brightest idea. Still, we make it to Dallas by midday. Four hours later and we’re in a grey, cool Portland.Continue reading “Day Fifteen: Hello, Portland.”
To The Table 