Missing our travel buds, we headed to Gallup on the NM border for lunch at the" El Rancho Hotel". I had the best taco salad ever and Neil had a pretty good burger. By this stage the"burger-a-day challenge" is in full swing; winner to be announced at the end of the trip! This hotel is where all the Western Movie Stars like John Wayne stayed when shooting scenes in the nearby desert. "Standing on the corner in Winslow Arizona" is a must? Not sure the Eagles ever had anything to do with Winslow but the town sure cashes in on that line. Theres not much else there.
We spent the night at the historic 1928" Monte Vista Motel" in Flagstaff, Arizona. Flagstaff is a great college town and after burgers and beer at a local, we saw a live blues band in the basement bar of our hotel. The music was great and it so happens that monday night is singles night for the over forties of Flagstaff. The pool of hopefuls didn't seem that big, so we wondered if everyone just does the rounds, week by week. The one legged chap had to free up both hands for groping and snogging, so pinned the girl up against the wall and balanced his stump on his crutch.
Williams, Arizona is the jumping off point for the Grand Canyon which we skipped, having been there on the last trip. The town itself is full of Route 66 stores and restaurants as well as stores selling Native American jewelry and souvenirs. In Kingman, we branched off Route 66, heading to Vegas via Hoover Dam. Eight days later we were back in Kingman to continue the route. It's harder to follow route 66 in California, especially nearer LA; it's just too developed. We stopped at the Baghdad Café, site of that great 80s movie and spent the night on the outskirts of LA. Next day we spent in Hollywood and ate one last meal at a Route 66 diner," Mel's Drive In". In the late afternoon all that was left was to cruise Santa Monica Boulevard all the way to Santa Monica Pier and the official end of Route 66. That's a wrap folks!.
We spent the night at the historic 1928" Monte Vista Motel" in Flagstaff, Arizona. Flagstaff is a great college town and after burgers and beer at a local, we saw a live blues band in the basement bar of our hotel. The music was great and it so happens that monday night is singles night for the over forties of Flagstaff. The pool of hopefuls didn't seem that big, so we wondered if everyone just does the rounds, week by week. The one legged chap had to free up both hands for groping and snogging, so pinned the girl up against the wall and balanced his stump on his crutch.
Williams, Arizona is the jumping off point for the Grand Canyon which we skipped, having been there on the last trip. The town itself is full of Route 66 stores and restaurants as well as stores selling Native American jewelry and souvenirs. In Kingman, we branched off Route 66, heading to Vegas via Hoover Dam. Eight days later we were back in Kingman to continue the route. It's harder to follow route 66 in California, especially nearer LA; it's just too developed. We stopped at the Baghdad Café, site of that great 80s movie and spent the night on the outskirts of LA. Next day we spent in Hollywood and ate one last meal at a Route 66 diner," Mel's Drive In". In the late afternoon all that was left was to cruise Santa Monica Boulevard all the way to Santa Monica Pier and the official end of Route 66. That's a wrap folks!.
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