Trip Report #10 - Pearl Harbor

Today is Thursday (8/25), I don't know when this will actually be posted.

Stayed up way too late last night (3:30 am), hung out in the casino, made $20 last for a couple of hours. For lack of anything better to do, sat around BS'ing with all the hottie escorts while they were waiting for clients.

Left my room at Caesars around 10am. Apparently the proverbial dinner bell went off signalling all of us to sign out at the same time. Over an hour in line. This meant that I got to have a Whopper for breakfast, yeah.

Saw the Grand Canyon today. OH.. MY.. GOD! I only stayed about 1.5 hours because of the need to make some time. I WILL be back here to stay for a week or so. Saw some mountain goats while there.

I had the strangest thing happen (and hence the Pearl Harbor reference in the title) - You know how people pass you, your eyes meet, and you give a half-smile to say "yes, I see you, I acknowledge your existance"? All week, those acknowledgements have been met with looks of disgust and an expression that says "die pig die".

What a change today has been (and hence the Pearl Harbor reference in the title). Asians, and in particular Japanese, are (in)famous for touring. Go to any major landmark, and there are hundreds of them. They seemed to be bombing me today. Just diving at me, crashing into me, without reason.

In my 1.5 hours at the Grand Canyon, no less than 3 Japanese hotties found it in their kind hearts to not only NOT look disgusted, but to start conversations and me and seem genuinely happy for some conversation.

One of them (the hottest by far - Shes a professional dancer and an aerobics instructor) followed me around for about 30 minutes and we took turns taking pictures of each other so we would actually have pictures of ourselves at the Canyon (me getting pictures with myself in them has been a problem for most of the trip. Pictures of her are in my photo gallery.. mentioned in previous posts.

We exchanged emails, said our goodbyes, and I was back on the road. I was followed on the only road out of the Canyon by a cop for about 40 miles of construction. That was relaxing... NOT.

Drove Route 66 for about 30 miles.

Before the night was through, I found myself "standing on a corner in Winslow, Arizona". Got some pictures of the landmark, including the famous flatbed Ford. It was already dark and this camera sucks, so I'm going to have to do some major editing in order for them to be seen.

Slept in the truck in a rest stop somewhere around Albuquerque.