The Revolution Will Not Be Televised

Another successful urban camping mission

We awoke to our first truly urban scenes in the Pearl District. We cracked open Spot's side door to reveal a morning haze lingering over the fashionably converted warehouses of the area. Our eyes comfortably adjusted to the incandescent glow from the towering streetlights which drenched our pre-dawn surroundings. Our earliest start since the beginning of the trip: 6:30 AM


We promptly slapped ourselves awake, as showers were not an option, disposed of our luke warm P-UNIT, grabbed our laptops and returned to the Barista coffeeshop. We slurped on a big mug of coffee while we planned our day and then cut loose, returned to Spot and headed East of the city to the hipster/hippy district at Hawthorne Blvd to do some laundry and get a bit more work done.


After several days of van sleeping, we were feeling and smelling undesirable. We were desperately in need of a bed and showering facilities, but feeling the wrath of the fascist Cashbook dictatorship we knew we would never get authorisation for such reckless spending.

We celebrated our new found freedom in style

We went to a nearby hotel and tried to barter for showering facilities instead of a full room for the night. The guy behind the desk gave us a dumbstruck look then asked us to leave.


We walked slowly back to Spot, discussing our options outside the hearing of Cashbook. The resistance had begun. Cashbook had become too powerful, he was exercising a brutal regime of low spending that was beginning to affect our wellbeing.


Our plan laid, Tom hopped into the passenger seat and began indulging Cashbook (who was sat arrogantly on his Dashboard thrown) about how we would sleep in Spot once again as the hotel was beyond our means. Meanwhile, Mike silently slipped in from the driver's side, and with Cashbook distracted, pounced!


After a flurry of frantic wrestling, we had Cashbook locked in a duffel bag.


We returned to our seats, shaking and afraid of what we had done, but excited by the prospect of having at least one night of luxury! We crossed the street psyched by the night of pure decadence ahead: a twin room in Econolodge!