From the Grand Canyon I headed to Death Valley. Unfortunately I miscalculated how long it would take to drive there and ended up having to spend the night in some dodgy casino on the boarder. Death Valley turned out to be a pretty sweet place although the dust storms sucked. I managed to befriend a couple of locals who naively invited me to share some beers with them. Well, a few hours later there were no more beers left but they didn’t seem to mind, they even cooked me a traditional breakfast the next day (eggs, bacon and hash browns). Turns out not all Yanks are ring-wing-religious-nut-jobs, some a bloody friendly normal people.
The local drop (the good one)
A few photos from Death Valley
The local drop (the good one)
A few photos from Death Valley
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