Route 66 International Hostel Albuquerque

... I have a suspicion some may be recent additions. Actually there were some obvious recent additions – if I ever find Dale and Lori (who love each other apparently) I will take them back to clean up the funking mess they left behind. Yeah I know you could say that the petroglyphs are just ancient graffiti but that would be to miss the point somewhat.

The best of all of them was one that looked like a character from the Bash St Kids in the Beano – made me giggle!

... did those many years ago (well, maybe a couple of pounds heavier!). So now I'm sitting here at the President's club relaxing as much as one can with a group of New Yokas having a screaming conversation a few feet away.

Not traveling business class so I'll miss the pampering and good food. Hope I can get a few hours of sleep so as to be ready to hit the ground running upon arrival. We shall see.

As I drove toward Albuquerque, I had the memory of Bugs Bunny. This is where he would have always taken a wrong turn... in Albuquerque.
The "truth is stranger then fiction" part of this entry begins with my car's engine light coming on. If you've payed attention, this issue came up back in July; when I was entering Canada and took my car to a service place in Quebec city. The issue was never resolved and I knew ...

I was in Times square in NY taking photos about the crowd crossing the street then i went straight to the airport, get a flight to Albuquerque, there, i picked up a rental car and drove 8 hours to Monument Valley in Arizona, so, exactly 24 hours after time square i was standing in a desert, with for only company a lost dog...actually i appreciated the difference.

I get to the airport in Albuquerque at 4.30pm. my flight is at 6:30pm..I quickly hit the mens room
and eat 8 gelatin capsules of dried, powdered ( fine), peyote. within an hour of consumption
I'm through security and sitting with my laptop and the peyote kicks in."...Woah Mescalito !!!!
..please let me maintain and not have a major freakout here in the airport....just let me maintain and get me on the plane!!!!".....once on board it's smooth sailing...lol

... avoid the wreck, we took a detour through the town of San Miguel Ignacio. This town is part of an Indian pueblo. The view of how the folks in this town lived was a little surprising. It was clear that there is a lot of poverty in the area. The streets were dirt, and the stores (what few there were) looked rather run down. Yet, a sense of pride could be found amidst the rubble. The schools looked very clean, while the houses were relatively well ...