We continue our journey east. We're now in the pleasant town of Pocatello (I had to ask Mattias where we are now - I'm like one of those diva rock stars who go out on stage and yell "Good evening Norwaaaaay! What's that? Sweden? Same shit, different name..." - all these inns that look the same feel like we're living in Terry Pratchett's movable shop; you never know where you're going to wake up) where we're lazing in our bed after eating at yet another all-American diner. For your information it was about two weeks since I had any fries!
Not much to report. I won't bore you with the details of my quiet, controlled Swedish rage against the last motel we had (broken flush, broken A/C, batteries removed from remote, woken up at 7.30AM by people tearing up the carpet in the corridor, NO APOLOGY FROM MANAGEMENT!) because the one we're in now is sooo lush.
I want to share something though. America is truly wondrous in how climate, scenery and temperature changes dramatically from one hour to the next, and also from one state to the next. State lines are usually drawn by natural borders, like mountain ranges or rivers. This results in adjacent states usually having rather different atmospheres. Today, we definitely experienced some of those changes.
One day, three states, three pictures:
The dark, gray, dusty desert of Nevada:
The salt flats near the Great Salt Lake in Utah:
The green, rolling hills of Idaho:
Yellowstone national park tomorrow. It's huge, and we only have one day, and the road layout is a circle of which we'll only have time for half. Because we are such typical tourists, we're going to take the route past Old Faithful (they geyser that erupts every 90 minutes). Pics tomorrow, hopefully!
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