With budgetary issues firmly in the past, the sun's beaming face shone down on us, heralding the start of a glorious new day...accompanied by the chirpy whistling of a choir of bluebirds perched at our open window. We swung our bags over our shoulders and skipped down to a breakfast wonderland where we were greeted with a a golden syrup waterfall cascading down a mountain of pancakes. We checked out of reception where the gaunt old lady of the day before had transformed into a cute talking bunny rabbit, who enthusiastically wished us a good day, in song form. It was going to be a good day.
Nothing could stop us. On our quest to find the fabled couch surfing princess (Elisa), we encountered a concrete troll under a bridge (literally) but with not a morsel of negativity left in us, we defeated the monster with our freestyle football powers.
We trekked for hours across the land, our search finally ending when we discovered Elisa hanging out freshly prepared linen for our arrival, a small doe (a deer, a female deer) frolicking at her feet.
With no time to waste, we surveyed our lodging then heroically sped off for the final time on our green steed, to deliver the Camry to its rightful owner. Our conquest had to this point taken us across 3800 miles of the vast Kingdom of America. Our steed had served us well, but now it was time to fight back the tears and say goodbye.
As one chapter ends, a new chapter begins.
We returned to our newly acquired castle (46th street, Seattle) took off our shining armour and feasted on freshly baked banana bread, prepared by our hostess and fit for a king. We retired to what mere men would see as a futon in someone's living room, but to two weary adventurers was a luxurious royal chamber. We swapped our usual bedtime reading of Disney fairy-tales with the cash book, which told a story of a day spent in America for less than $30.
As we drifted off into a satisfied slumber, we reflected on how the couch surfing philosophy had changed the course of the trip for the better and wondered about what adventures were yet to come.
couch surfing is the only way to go.
ReplyDeleteOh boys, back from the darkest pits of despair, to begin life anew...amazing.
ReplyDeleteyou make a lovely Julie Andrews, Tom and Mike is much more handsome than Dick Van Dyke! The car looks very clean and shiny _ hope the lady was pleased with the care taken to deliver her car - hope you didn't show her the blog pictures! Can't wait to see pictures of your van - is it anything like mine??!! Carry on having great fun guys. xxxmum
ReplyDeleteWrey (a drop of golden sun).
ReplyDeleteThe lil 'un looks pretty excited to have taken delivery of the Camry at last, or is it the sudden appearance of hallucinatory wildlife. The great traverse adventures continue, and great accounts on the blog.
Lets go surfin now....
Greg and Pedro here!
ReplyDeleteHope you're having a wonderful time in the US of A. We don't have any good puns. Sorry.
Your beards are good.
And we don't know about your shortcut abilities.
Erm, England is kind of grey and rainy.
And that's all we have to say about that.
Unbelievable adventures, guys (how do you do, Mike - Tom'll fill you in, not literally, I hope!). Are you entirely sure that this isn't just a beer-fuelled, flight of fantasy creation made up in a dingy, smoke and takeaway-carton infested bed-sit in Peckham???
ReplyDeleteIf it is true, and I have my severe doubts (I mean, who could ever believe your Dad cycled from LE to JOG, for goodness sake?), it is absolutely awesome. The constant keepy-uppies are plainly necessary and much admired, and all must be documented and internationally ratified.
Thoroughly enjoying your styles, stunning images, verbal playage and happy endings. Keep everything up!
Best wishes,
Nick.
PS Can you send me Elisa's phone number???