Our latest start yet today! 10am!! holy crap! I think I said 'out of here by 10' as a bit of a joke,but it just kinda happened by accident. It was already stinking hot by the time we went out to load up the bikes, and we were both swimming in sweat before we even started.
While we were loading up the bikes, we got talking to a woman who was picking up her sons dog. Turned out that her son, his girlfriend, and his dog were hiking the whole of the Appalachian Trail. They had stared out in Georgia in March and had hiked 1200 miles so far, but the dog had had enough and was just refusing to walk anymore. Poor guy was probably knackered or had some sort of pain that had stopped him from going on. Even so - what and achievement... I can't even think of hiking 1200miles! Mind you the guy was 20 something. We've even noticed the difference 4 years has made since we rode Russia as to how shit you feel when you get up in the morning.
We rode the interstate for 350 of the 400km, turning off into some great countryside towards the end that made the previous 3 hours totally worth it!
We ended up in a small town called Williamstown in Massachusetts right near Williams College which was first established in 1793 as an all male liberal arts college. For kids who - you know - want to live off welfare and not actually contribute anything worthwhile to society :)
The town was loaded with old buildings and churches that looked amazing. There were big leafy green trees, big grand houses and long lawns all the houses having huge setbacks.
We checked into our hotel, and walked a couple of km into the town to get beer (as usual!) We went to a rather snobbish beer and wine bar, and unfortunately already ordered a drink before we realised how pretentious it was based on the other clientele (faux-rich New Yorkers) and got the hell out of there. The second bar we went to was a proper student pub, named after the school mascot (The Purple Cow).
A couple of beers later, and it was time for an early dinner - we got a burrito from the mexican place next door, which was the best Mexican food we had so far, mostly I think because the shop was run by mexicans, the TV blaring out some show in Spanish.
After scoffing that down, we fell into bed exhausted as usual and I don't even remember Megan turning of the Telly.
While we were loading up the bikes, we got talking to a woman who was picking up her sons dog. Turned out that her son, his girlfriend, and his dog were hiking the whole of the Appalachian Trail. They had stared out in Georgia in March and had hiked 1200 miles so far, but the dog had had enough and was just refusing to walk anymore. Poor guy was probably knackered or had some sort of pain that had stopped him from going on. Even so - what and achievement... I can't even think of hiking 1200miles! Mind you the guy was 20 something. We've even noticed the difference 4 years has made since we rode Russia as to how shit you feel when you get up in the morning.
We rode the interstate for 350 of the 400km, turning off into some great countryside towards the end that made the previous 3 hours totally worth it!
We ended up in a small town called Williamstown in Massachusetts right near Williams College which was first established in 1793 as an all male liberal arts college. For kids who - you know - want to live off welfare and not actually contribute anything worthwhile to society :)
The town was loaded with old buildings and churches that looked amazing. There were big leafy green trees, big grand houses and long lawns all the houses having huge setbacks.
We checked into our hotel, and walked a couple of km into the town to get beer (as usual!) We went to a rather snobbish beer and wine bar, and unfortunately already ordered a drink before we realised how pretentious it was based on the other clientele (faux-rich New Yorkers) and got the hell out of there. The second bar we went to was a proper student pub, named after the school mascot (The Purple Cow).
A couple of beers later, and it was time for an early dinner - we got a burrito from the mexican place next door, which was the best Mexican food we had so far, mostly I think because the shop was run by mexicans, the TV blaring out some show in Spanish.
After scoffing that down, we fell into bed exhausted as usual and I don't even remember Megan turning of the Telly.
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