Brian doing the...um...just what dance are you doing Brian?
From San Diego, our next stop for the night was Scottsdale, Arizona. It was a long drive and not a lot of time to stop and stretch our legs, so the perfect opportunity to get to know one another. Marie, the tour guide picked on me first to stand up the front of the bus and tell a bit about myself. At the time, I was working as a flight attendant so I stood at the front of the bus and gave a safety demonstration. I demonstrated how to use the windows as emergency exits. I also showed the passengers what to do in case we lost cabin pressure. I held a running shoe up to the ceiling above the seats and let it drop holding on to the laces, “Place the ‘mask’ over your nose and mouth and breathe normally”, (needless to say, I didn’t place the shoe over my nose and mouth, pewee). It was a good icebreaker though.
Once in Scottsdale, we grabbed a bite to eat and found a bar near the hotel, where we danced, drank and played darts. Neville, a guy from the Gold Coast, Australia, was teaching me sign language while we were dancing. I really admired Neville, he was deaf and mute, but he went of this big adventure to the States by himself. Neville told me he danced to the beat he felt in the floor. He and I became close friends and he often came to stay with Shane and me (Shane from this tour ended up becoming my husband) in Sydney up until his death a few years ago.