Day Twenty One: Seattle.

The rain has re-joined us. There’s nothing like a grey motel on a grey motorway to lift the spirits. By the time we reach Downtown Seattle my shoes are flooded and no amount of lingering in the Klondlike Gold Rush museum is going to help our cause. The trek to Pike Place Market proves thatContinue reading “Day Twenty One: Seattle.”

Day Twenty: The Final City.

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.”