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sure if you can read this (click to enlarge), but the sign says something like "If you die
tonight - heaven or hell?" All along the interstate to Dallas there are
scores of these Christian signs. Texas is unofficially the western-most
state of so-called 'Bible Belt', a large section of America known for
its devout Christianity. |
I've not got a great deal to write about today. We woke up in Midland and then started driving east towards Dallas.
I figured if we got to Dallas by the end of today then we could have a whole day in the city before having to fly home. This would mean Nicole would not have to do any more driving. Remembering back to San Francisco, neither of us really relish the idea of driving into Dallas - so I figure the sooner we get it over and done with, the better.
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This made us laugh |
We stop at Abilene about halfway through the trip and check out the Abilene Zoo. People love hearing our accents, and we strike up conversations everywhere. One hot topic is the switch that Americans are making tomorrow to credit cards with a chip, and this means that - for once - us Australians are technologically ahead of the Americans, so we get to tell them what its going to be like. Amazing!
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The Abilene Zoo doesn't look like much from outside, but its a nice joint once you're inside. |
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Beaded Lizards - the other venomous lizard, and about twice the size of the Gila Monster. |
After this we drive two more hours and reach Dallas.
The roads into Dallas are very intense!
The endless array of interstate freeways and merging lanes and overhead highways are too much for us. All I'll say is that we got as close to the airport as we could manage and then set up camp at a La Quinta Hotel, where the desk clerk Jazmine quickly earned the crown of Most Helpful and Friendly Hotel Clerk in America.
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Some Americans call these insane interstate interchanges 'mix masters'. |
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What's that? Too much traffic? Don't worry, we'll just build even more highways over the top of it. Up! Up! Up! |
I take the shuttlebus out to get Subway for dinner and the Sri Lankan guy behind the counter asks where I'm from after hearing me speak. When I tell him I'm Australian his eyes light up, "I have been in America for two years. Do you watch cricket?!"
I laugh and tell him that everyone is cricket-mad back home and he looks like he could cry with happiness, "No one knows what it is over here. I miss it so much!"
I wish him well and slide back into the night, the arms of Dallas coaxing me up to the fourth floor of La Quinta where a soft bed awaits me. This is our final stop, tomorrow our final day. It's been a great journey.
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