After seeing the Canyon we stopped off in a town called Flagstaff for the night. A small town but it has a college so a few things to do i.e. there are bars there. We found fairly quickly that people didn't know what a European driving license looked like so we had to go back to the hotel to pick up passports.
We went to the town's night club which was infact a late night mexican restaurant. Always the diplomat - Derby had a confrontation with someone about seats and the guarding of them.
Soon after I met someone from Guatemala. I tried to connect with them by telling them of my Spainish friend Jose and his thoughts on other Spainish speaking nations, namely Mexicans. The conversation was brief, and they left the table quickly.......
The day after we headed back west. We took a detour off the motorway and onto route 66 to see a toown called Oatman. The town lives off the fact that it's a traditional wild west town with fake gun fights in the streets and free roaming donkeys - very odd. Highlight was Derby pretending to ride a tractor.
In the evening we stopped in Barstow. a disappointing place considering it was billed as the main stop off between L.A. and Vegas. It was just one street. We went t a place called Maria's Bar and the Mexican owner (careful Jose) said that the place was rubbish and they were actually looking to move the pub to the next town over. We stayed the night here though. The motel was rubbish. The manager had a helper living in a Camper van in the car park. we went bowling got a free game and that was pretty much it.
