After our quick visit to Canada, which concluded with a night in Montreal, it was back to the US of A. We jumped on a Greyhound bus, fortunately (as we were fully loaded with our bags) the bus station was a short walk from the hotel. The Greyhound would take us over the boarder, to Burlinton, Vermont… the nearest place to Montreal in America that we could find affordable car rental!
Having spend the night into a motel on the cusp of Silicon Valley, we felt suitably acclimatised to our urban surroundings. Comfortable enough to ride the peaks and troughs of undulating San Francisco. We rocked up at our next pit stop early, another motel nestled in the heart of Broadway, keen to spend as much of the day exploring the new neighbourhood.
We awoke with the sun risen and warming up the day, giving us incredible views of last nights sleeping quarters.
We awoke metres from the Grand Canyon… well probably a couple hundred. Lets settle on pretty close.
After our incredibly long flight we finally arrived in LA on the same time and date as we’d left, we assume we entered a time machine.