Hampton Inn Tucumcari
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- Continental Breakfast
- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Business Services
- Fitness/Health center
- Wheelchair accessibility
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Travel Blogs from Tucumcari
... obviously someone following will come and obliterate our creation with theirs! Adrian is a small town west of Amarillo that proclaims to be the midpoint of Route 66 between Chicago and Los Angeles. Our research told us about a diner there that has roots dating to 1956 and during the busy months of April to October, the parking lot is generally jammed packed and the cafe is full with tourists after the cafe's signature ugly crust pie. We are as ...
... by local artists on blank external walls of buildings -- I've included pictures of three different murals . There are several interesting museums in the city and good Mexican restaurants for breakfast burritos and huevos rancheros. All in all, a very out of the ordinary town despite being in the middle of a dry, hot, windy high desert -- they do advertise Tucumcari ...
... changes pretty abruptly to more of a scrubby high desert look. It was rockier and we could see small mesas popping up on the landscape. We are definitely in the west now. It is starting to feel more familiar.
Before long we were pulling off the freeway in Tucumcari and heading to the local KOA. We had called ahead and made reservations just in case. The lady Cheryl talked to recommended a reservation saying that they get a lot of folks ...
... one of our five a day banked we made our way back to the motel room and on route had an encounter with the world largest month, easily 10cm in length.
Running out of ideas for entertainment we stayed in the motel room for around an hour and waited for the temperature outside to change from warm and pleasant to frick'n hot! Finally with a plan formulated and the clock reading 9am we decided that things surely must be open ...
... and a bag of chilli chips from the circle K gas station shop; to balance things out I'm going to have to eat salads for the next fifty years when I arrive back in the UK. Suitably stuffed with gas station food we made our way to Mon's house for the afternoon.
Mon reminds me more and more of Philo Beddoe's mum from any which way but loose; I really wouldn't be surprised if she used the phrase 'You ******* hairy ***** baboon' in general conversation. ...