A 4.30am start, or lunchtime in your money, for a 5 hour coach trip to the Grand Canyon.
A journey currently enlivened by “School of Rock” and Australian girls discussing their belief in the paranormal and how Bananas in Pyjamas went downhill when CGI was introduced (those last two are connected).
Let’s just hope there’s some Bass at the end to make it worthwhile, eh ?
So more posts from places I’ve never heard of, with a coach stop in Kingman at what Google calls a cocktail bar.
It looks nothing like any cocktail bar I’ve wandered into (by accident).
Clearly a comfort break for the early coach trips from Vegas, a friendly barmaid points us straight to the loos out by the rodeo, which is something Good Beer Guide pubs tend to lack.
At just before 11am it’s clearly much too early for a beer. So I order a Belgian White ($5), based on the quality of the font.
I presume it’s made by a tiny US micro brewery with lots of street cred, but even Mrs RM can recognise it as a fake Hoegaarden.
Still, it washes down 3 packets of crisps and attracts withering looks from the rest of the coach party, so job done.
Quite a cheery little place, the sort you get im rural Poland, selling beer and pizza at all hours.
Though somehow looking more like a Fenland social club here.
I sense I cant resist the lure of the Bud Light on its home turf forever.