The Big 'Ol G.C....

Spent a couple of days in noisy Flagstaff, Arizona. Why noisy? Our hostel (although very nice) was a block from the train station, and goods trains come through town about once every 15 mins, 24/7, sounding their horns as they pass through town. Seriously, you could hear these horns 30 miles away.

Anyways, enough complaining. Flagstaff is a very cool university town with loads of very friendly people and some great bars. I was seriously miffed as I was I.D'ed going in to EVERY bar (Clare did warn me they were tight on I.D. here, to be fair), but I thought old slap-head here would cruise in, no worries. How wrong was I. Met a nice bloke in one bar (!) called George, who bought me and Clare a pint of Sam Adams each as he accidentally put his stool leg on Clare's foot. A true gent, he even gave up his barstool for Clare. Word up, George, if you're reading this! I got the second round in, served by a lovely young lady in Volcom hotpants (mint, Sandy, mint), at six bucks each plus tip hardly cheap!!!

Anyways, the next day Clare and I got a hire car (my first time driving an auto, an interesting experience) and headed out to Grand Canyon National Park with a nice Dutch couple we met (Rebecca and Andreas) who got us in to the park for free with their park pass. In the park, we stumbled across this quite nice 10 mile wide, mile-deep and 270-mile long hole in the ground. Anyway, I think the pictures speak from themselves, so I'll shut up now.









































































-Si