On A Wing and A Prayer
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So, its been an exciting few days!
Thursday we tried to rent a car as we wanted to drive down the coast and check out a few places on the way. We visited three different places and got quotes for picking up the car in Portland and dropping it off in San Fran three days later. We decided to go with Budget, it was just shy of three hundred and fifty dollars for the three days, on top of which we would have to factor in food and accomodation costs.
We then looked at flights straight to San Fran. We could get a flight that would take an hour and forty five minutes but would have to fork out over four hundred and fifty dollars for the privilage, something we wernt really wanting to do.
We then went out for the evening to a place recommended by one of the staff at the hostel. We had heard that Portland is the best scene for gay women in North America and wanted to see for ourselves so we asked the most gay looking member of staff. Our gaydar was working correctly as she proceeded to write down a whole list of places she hangs out and which days were the best to go.
After a long walk in the rain we came to the club, paid our three buck cover charge to the very nice drag queen on the door and entered the club hoping to be wowed by the vibrant gay scene.
The next day we checked our email and found a reply from the person that posted the ad for a lift to San Fran. He said that he could accommodate us both and gave his number so we could ring and discuss things. I rang and spoke to him (Rachel chickened out), we talked about how much money he wanted fo petrol, how long it would take to get there, where and when to meet etc.
Relieved that we had finally found a way of getting to San Fran (we were getting a little worried) we headed out to National Forestry Discovery Centre, which shows you the wonders of the forest any why it is so important to preserve it. Their caring persona was somewhat dented by the fact that the first thing we looked at was a story about a guy who describes himself as a 'enthusiastic forest support' but hunts deer with a bow and arrow then cuts them up so he can carry the meat home with him. A bit in bad taste I thought. The whole thing had a very mixed messge, it had parts about what is being down to preserve forests and the animals, videos about the wonders that the forests contain and why they are important to the world then there was a section on logging and how wood is a valuable commodity and shows all the ways it is used.
On Saturday we made our way down to the Hilton hotel, with a slight detour to Pioneer Square to have a nosey at the peace demonstration meant to be happening. We didnt see anything except some mounted police (not mounties though) and a bunch of Irish dog walkers strolling through the streets with a guy playing the bagpipes. We met up with Shawn (our lift) at 2pm, he was a little.....quirky but seemed harmless enough and the other person getting a lift, a guy called Sid who was going home for spring break. Sid and Rachel very cowardly shot into the back seats, leaving me to ride shotgun in the passenger seat. I didnt mind as I can talk rubbish for hours whenever I need to. It was a very strange journey, we left Portland where it was raining lightly, headed into worse rain, then broke through into beautiful sunshine only to head back into rain again, then about ten miles ouside of the Californian border we went through a series of mountains where the elevation shot up to around 3000 feet and we encountered snow! We managed to drive through every season in a day! The drive took eleven and a half hours in all, with us arriving at our hotel at 1.30 am.