So we’re back on board. After a fair whack of stuffing around with the hire car we got back on the road and drove without stopping to the closest airport (4hours) to change the broken car for a newbie. I tell you, everytime we get a new car it gets bigger! By the time we finished this tour we’ll be driving a 30 tonne truck.
We missed our Vancouver ferry by ten seconds and ambled around until we found ourselves a little pub by the water to while away the hours and surprise of surprises, we managed to order edamame beans and vegie sticks with humous for our dinner. So, full up and happy, we let ourselves be ferried over the water into the open arms of Vancouver. And oh what a town! It’s pretty and the people are lovely. Soph and I took a ferry (another one – Canada is ferry town!) over to a little Island where we tried on items from every store and got razzed by a man doing a magic show. Lots of lovely people came to see us play and Lyndell Montgomery joined us on stage at the Railway Club for some fanging bass work and firework inducing violin-offs with Soph. We played boggle and stayed up late with our beautiful hosts, Heather and Krista, and had ourselves a banging Good Time! And in the morning we packed up our bags (again), threw them in the back of the van and crossed the border into the land of peanut butter cups.
With a night off in Seattle we found ourselves a great little Asian vegan restaurant and had a bang up meal, went back to M(el) W(atson)’s house and slept for a few hours before making a mad dash to the airport at 4am. Arriving at the airport we were informed that our very good friend Jeff had up graded us to 1st class! Let me repeat, 1st class. Not second, or 3rd, but 1st! And, we were at the very very very front of 1st class which basically means we were better than 1st class! We were practically flying the plane. What a wicked time. We got to skip all the lines and they made us breakfast on the plane while the people in economy starved. We behaved like big rockstars, throwing our weight around on the plane (ok, actually, Soph knocked over the orange juice of the lady next to her who was carrying an illegal dog and her husbands ashes). I didn’t want to sleep because I didn’t want to miss my, most likely, one and only chance to fly 1st class, but I couldn’t help it – the seats mould to your butt and the head rest lifts your head from your neck like a comforting friend and before you know it you’re drooling with the best of them. First class attendants will even mop that up for you.
Upon arrival in Chicago we tried out ten or so hire cars til Sam felt we’d arrived at the one with the best vibes, and we loaded our gear into another, even bigger car. Well, it’s a bus actually. We need an intercom to chat to each other it’s so spacious!
We hooked up with Coyote Grace last night for our Chicago gig, and played our first of three shows with them. We were totally blown away and we’re all excited to be repeating the experience. These guys are seriously awesome. I’ve been invited to have a little blow on the harmonica with them at our next show and I’m playing it cool but I’m secretly pumped.
This morning we got lost for 2 hours in the loops of Chicago’s system of highways and bumper to bumper traffic, but now we’re burning down the highway, blinged up to the max with our new gas station sunnies, heading for the promise of new adventures tonight in Duluth. Soph is reading a men’s magazine in the back seat, Sam is driving like a ballerina with one leg up on the dash, and I am taking in the sights as central America rolls past my window. It is a happy day.
Signing out,
Ramblin’ Rose
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