Departed from Las Cruces this morning at 8:30 en-route to Tuscon. On the way to Tuscon, there was a series of betrayals, as Toshi said. First came as we approached the highly anticipated tourist trap 'The Thing.' Basically there's a 'Thing' behind this door, and you have to pay money to see it. I've seen the thing before, and I wouldn't tell Toshi what it was, and I think since I hyped it up, calling it a monster that eats Japanese people, he was a bit apprehensive to go by himself. Well the thing isn't really much to see, and of course I won't tell you what it is. Next was smoke coming from the near mountains, and I told Toshi it was
indians sending smoke signals, and his response was 'O Really'?
We rolled up into Tuscon to meet Toshi's friend Hiromi, a girl he met last year in Austin. Also picked up the 'new' Belle and Sebastian 'Push Barman to Open Old Wounds,' a compilation of EP singles from a killer record shop. We ate some Shabu Shabu, first time for everything, it was really good, and the company was great.
Toshi was trying to teach me, 'Hi, My name is Robert, nice to meet you', which in Japanese is
'Hajimemashite, Watashi-no Namae-ha Roba-to-desu, Yorosiku.' Well despite Toshi's patience in teaching the meathead american these simple words, and about an hour of practice, when it came time to tell Hiromi these simple words (keep in mind she's a cute Japanese female), I fumbled badly and failed miserably in my introduction, simply because I was nervous and wanted to make a good impression. So much for that! ?^%#$


Between Tuscon and Phoenix, we experience true desert heat. The banter and the tunes on the trip is just terrific. Toshi has had a come to Jesus experience with Ben Folds. As we left Los Cruces this morning, he surprised me with Travis' 'The Man Who.' Very strange, considering that album was recorded in the snowy snowy mts of upper Scotland. As the VW reads, the tempature is 118, the hottest I've ever experienced. With AC on in the car, its still hot in the dead of the afternoon.

From Phoenix we head to Flagstaff, which is a bit off the beater path, but a drive thru numerous national parks, a strange mix between desert at the low altitudes and pine trees and such at the altitudes 5000 feet above sea level. There are some fascinating peaks, as the road twists and turns.
Here sits a wonderful overlook about 50 miles outside of Flagstaff.


On approach to Flagstaff, a nice peak, and the temperature dropped from about 114 to 87 degrees.

The weather was nice enough to pop open the winders and the sunroof

So here we sit, in a town called Kingsman, about 100 miles outside of Las Vegas, directly on Historic Route 66. Tonight we ate at the 'Route 66 Road Kill Cafe.' It took me a while to explain to Toshi what 'road kill' was, but he thought it was very funny.

Well exhaustion has set in, we logged a bit over 700 miles today, and tomorrow is Hoover Dam and then into Vegas, where we are staying in a 4 star hotel on the strip for 70 bucks! I guess they thing we are going to gamble away, but in my case they have another guess coming.
Tired, Sunburned, chapped lips, and tender bald head, signing off for the evening. Guten Nacht!
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When I was a boy I'd fantasize
About the freedom road. I'd drive
A thousand miles before sundown,
Father a child in every town.
But a hundred thousand miles have passed
Betwween me and iconoclast--Ic
images of the freedom road.
I wanna shed this heavy load.