Our evening was spent drinking and driving. Luckily this was encouraged at A4Cade. A late night video game arcade, serving cocktails and very strong beers. As well as the games and drinks, we also had a DJ mixing various hits, mostly from the 90s. Which suited us fine. I’m not sure everyone else there was even born in the 90s. Although there was a strict over 21 policy. Waking surprisingly early we set off to walk the Freedom Trail. We…
2017 saw us, along with a little help from Frank Turner, start a new tradition. The Lost Evenings festival, having spent 2 years based in Camden, is now travelling the world. And this year it’s in Boston. Having never been to Boston, it seemed a good excuse to make a holiday of things. And so it is we find our selves due to ‘ship out to Boston’ for 2 weeks. 4 days and nights of which will be spent singing,…
Its now 17:40 Chicago time, having left the Luxor and the others back in Vegas around 9am. Just another 12 hours to go until we land back on British soil once again. The past 24hrs we have tried to say good bye to Vegas and the family the best we can. Most of us managed to sample one of Vegas’ famous buffets. I mange 3 plates, from Italian to Mexican and finishing with Chinese. I think Vic, Lee and Mum…
We take a well earned rest for everyone’s first full day in Vegas and spend a morning baking in the Sun, pool (and pyramid) side. Lunch is served in style at Hooters. Where we devour 50 chicken wings, well most of them, some got boxed for a much needed late night snack later. A glizty Vegas style show follows, down at the Wynn. Showtunes from all the ages are performed with a live orchestra. We end the night back…
Our day begins at a leisurely pace, enjoying the Vegas sun by the pool. Before we know it, we are reunited with Julie, Lee and Mum, as we welcome their slightly less relaxed selves to Vegas. We are soon checking out the views of the Luxor from each others room, admiring the Sphinx that sits outside Julie and Lees room, as Auntie Janet arrives to take Mum out for the night. A few hours later and the rest of us…
Travelling at the speed of light. That’s why they call me Mister Fahrenheit. Although I still don’t know what they are on about when they say its 76 degrees. Last time we blogged we were in San Francisco. We are now in Las Vegas, completing our 1086 mile journey of the West Coast. Today I’ve driven 8 hrs, criss crossing through Califronia and Nevada. Since the last blog we have traveled to Yosemite. Walked for a whole day. And climed…
These are the exact words to come out of Vic’s mouth when I ask how one of San Francisco’s most famous dishes ‘Clam Chowder’ was. Served in one of the areas other specialties, a bowl made of sour dough and from the famous ‘Boudin’ bakery. It still seems to leave her little underwhelmed. We are taking a well earned rest at this point. Having just completed a few hours biking from San Fran to Sausiltio, including crossing “The most famous…
A morning run starts our day, as we rise in Cambria. Its our coldest start at 7am by the coast, California does not get warm until the sun rises. Our early start is rewarded by at least one unusual sight. A group of dolphins is clearly visible as we approach the sea. We may have also seen a sea otter, but they prove to be rather elusive. The wildlife spotting continues during our drive along the coast and the ‘Big…
Another unforgettable day in Santa Monica. We are up nice and early to a slightly overcast morning. We still breakfast outside, as even a ‘bad day’ here is like the best British summer you can remember. Grabbing some beach towels and a Palihouse Frisbee. Its a short walk to the sandy shores. Its nice and quiet at this time and the sun is starting to peak through the clouds. I make a dash for the sea and its initially shockingly…
Having just woken up 7am LA time, we work out that we must have been awake for 24hrs yesterday. Of course most of those were not spent in LA, 11hrs flying and several meals later, we finally reach LA airport, to pedicatable sunny weather. A surprisingly smooth ride through customs, we are then thrust into the chaos of departures. We are not in a good state for the confusion that follows as we attempt to communicate with our ‘Lyft’ driver…