Yet more holiday blog

Tuesday morning, and a veritable feast awaited us outside our room for breakfast. A tray with a banana chopped in half, a bagel and a little plastic pot of jam! So we headed out for a potter round Port Townsend, a funny old place really. We had a coffee in a great little cafe, and we also felt compelled to sample the cakes, what with breakfast being a bit meagre, you understand.

Fortified, we did some shopping for presents although I was more successful in buying things for me. I bought a lightweight red gillet which, for the uninitiated, is what we used to call a "body warmer" in the 80s. I might go for an 80s look- anyone know where I can get frost-washed denim these days? I'm sure there are still someplace in Sheffield selling it. The wedge haircut might be more of a challenge... praps I will stick to the mullet!

Back in Seattle, and we go to the movies. It's a really tiny cinema- strangely, a lot of the cinemas are small over here, but there are a lot more of 'em. I like it that way. We go and see "Brokeback Mountain". I read in a freebie newspaper that it is OK for a guy to go with his date, but you won't catch gangs of Frat boys going to see it, no sirree. After about 10 minutes of the film, I leaned over to Rosy and said "I want to be a cowboy". But I wasn't saying that by the end. It's a proper film- the gay thing and the cowboy thing are diversions really- but it sure is sad. I had tears in my eyes as we left the theatre (although that was partly to do with our car being given a parking ticket). We went over to the Mall for a few consolatory beers at the Ram while we put the world to rights.

So we only had a few days of mooching left. Maybe it was the beers, but on Thursday morning, I was feeling a bit ruff. A bit Husky to be precise.















Thursday night, we decided to get some culture by driving over to Green Lake to go to the theatre to see "The Inspector Calls" by J.B. Priestley. We got well and truly lost on the way over, partly because there is a 20th Avenue North and a 20th Avenue North East, and they ain't the same thing. I got a bit distracted and nearly drove the wrong way down a few roads! In the end we found it, but we kinda wished we hadn't. It was pretty Amateur Dramatics stylee, and the Inspector would bound onstage, screw up one eye and say "To be sure... what Oi waaaaant to know is dis..." before flipping back into some kind of American accent. Come back Dick van Dyck, all is forgiven!!! So the play rumbled to its rather strange conclusion. It's a clever turn, when it comes (I won't spoil it for those who don't know the play), although maybe a bit contrived. I guess Priestley was aiming for some kind of plea from the heart in response to the horrors of WWII. "None of us lives alone..." intones the Inspector towards the end.

Anyway, from there, we tried to find a restaurant (cue more amateurish navigation from yours truly) and ended up back on the Ave in perhaps the grottiest Chinese restaurant this side of the pond. Rosy's meal was covered in what really did look like the product of someone with a bad cold. We drove to the Mall and bought some donuts, but when even these were a bit rubbish, we called it a day. You gotta laugh, eh?

On the Friday, we did the harbour tour, which was great. We were lucky with the weather and I got carried away with taking pictures of big old ships and big old cranes (the biggest in t'world, allegedly).


















On the last night, Friday, we finished the holiday in style with a meal at a cracking restaurant called St Cloud's (a recommendation of Ann's). The food was great, and we didn't get lost.

Saturday morning, we went over to SEA-TAC airport and Rosy caught her flight. Boo! Back to Blighty and back to work. Boo! And she didn't manage to get upgraded to club class like she did on the way over (courtesy of her bro's Father-in-law who's an air traffic controller at Heathrow!) I went back to drop off the car, only to find that the rental place had closed at noon, and was closed Sunday too. So I had the car for a bit longer (and it would cost a fair bit more). D'Oh!

Still, the motor had done us proud, and helped us to see loads of Seattle and Washington State. So a big round of applause for the electric blue Nissan Sentra... Here endeth the holiday blog.