Napa Valley to Yosemite - our first real stretch of driving and an opportunity to see what Tony was made of...which happens to be quite a lot. He's a real mover!
We stopped to re-fill Tony at the Gas station. Martin reached for the familiar green petrol pump, which led to half the men on the forecourt to run over in slow motion shouting 'noooooooooo, wrong one'. I thought the whole place was about to blow up by their reaction; it was like a scene out of Back Draft. It just turns out Martin needed the black pump (which is unleaded in this meladramatic country).
Good on the Americans for saying something though; the British would have stood by, watched and then pretended not to notice.
I’ve read a few blogs and often find that entries can be long winded, self indulgent and /or written by women who wish they were called Carrie and lived in New York. But there are many benefits to writing a blog; the main and most important one is being able to let those people who care about Martin and I keep up to date with our whereabouts. The second reason is wanting to bottle just a little bit of this once in a life time, 12 month holiday.
So I’ll attempt to refrain from rabbiting on too much and keep it punchy (postcard length) instead.
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