The Roquefort Files

Travels to the pub and back

June 30th, 2005

We were somewhere in the desert around Barstow

when the drugs began to take hold when it finally dawned on me that we were coming near to the end of the trip. We’d already covered about 3400 miles (400 more than I initially thought we’d do) and this was the first big town in California, the last of the eleven states we’d visit. […]

Intermission:

the RF have just moved flat, so the neverending story that is the road trip will continue soon, once I have a chance to write up California.

June 28th, 2005

Vegas Two Times.

First thing the next morning (okay, 11 am) we had a blackjack lesson, supplied free of charge by the casino. The croupier was entertaining, although by the end of it I was more bemused than I was at the beginning: blackjack is entirely a game of predictable chance, and I couldn’t quite grasp why anyone […]

June 27th, 2005

Vegas: 1st attempt.

Settled into our unprecedented two hotel rooms (no roll-away bed or flea-infested mattress for one of us tonight, no sir. Tonight we was kickin’ it floral-print style), we put on our least crumpled T-shirts and ventured out into downtown Vegas. The centre of downtown was Fremont Street, covered by a canopy running its full length, […]

June 24th, 2005

Welcome to Fabulous (Downtown) Las Vegas!

I demanded that we stop at the Hoover Dam on the way to Vegas, inspired mainly by a song on my iPod called, yes, Hoover Dam. We stepped out of the car into a vast natural hairdryer. I can’t even begin to guess what the temperature was – 40°C, maybe? It’s probably the hottest place […]

Do not feed the squirrels, sucka.

We’re driving across a plain bordered by mountains to the north and south on our way from Flagstaff to Vegas, the penultimate big journey before we finally reach Santa Barbara and the Pacific coast. We stayed in Flagstaff for two nights, using it as a base for a day trip to the Grand Canyon. The […]

June 19th, 2005

The lost time incident in Roswell

and the subsequent sprint towards Santa Fe meant we got there mid afternoon, so we found a motel (a singularly unimpressive Travelodge – 0.5 x Super 8. Mediocre 4) and walked into town. Santa Fe didn’t look promising, I have to say. It seemed to be a sleepy, desert-bound St Andrews-style tourist trap for the […]

June 18th, 2005

Lost in time.

We made such good time on the road towards Carlsbad that we pushed on to Roswell, arriving in enough time to get ourselves a room in a pretty decent independent motel called the Frontier (2 x Super 8 – big room; free, working internet; free breakfast and free roll-away bed. And cheap to boot). We […]

June 16th, 2005

The Lonely Planet

lists 37 things that visitors to the US should do. As far as I can tell, we’ve done no. 37 – “Experience the highway” – to death in crossing Texas. I’m writing this in the middle of our first really, really long driving stint as we head west towards New Mexico. The scenery has changed […]

June 15th, 2005

New Orleans day 2,

in which Dave is robbed, and when we get to experience some of that famous NO hospitality by being ejected from a pub for no apparent reason. After Sunday night’s Bud, Hand Grenade (“New Orleans’ most powerful drink!” – I can vouch for this) and Hurricane-fuelled inebriation, we finally left the hotel around lunchtime to […]