Well Atlantic crossing never seem to stop, and then you end up crossing Nebraska, that appears to be made up of vast tracks of absolute F all. Prairie Country where the only decent thing is agriculture and tornado’s. Eventually I saw something that resemble a mountain, unfortunately by the time we pass through customs it was dark.
Our hire car agent was well simple and manage to mess up the booking about four times, suffice to say i have either paid four times or not once, but we have vehicle and managed by sheer good luck and judgement to find Boulder international hostel. Which is 1107 on 12 street by the way. In the USA apparently you can texted google!
Anyway the grid system on ‘The Hill’ where the hostel is situated is totally screwed. In fact I think it was numbered by my friends two year old who seems to miss out the odd number here and there 1,2,3,4,5,6,8,9,11,13 etc…
Anyway just got up and can see the Flat Irons from our bedroom window there are a few early (6am views from the diner and around frat country near Uni of Colorado).
