So There was we all set to check into the Little Ale’Inn with the Folks (bear in mind these are seasoned backpackers used to hovels of hotels, apparently), and we found a much posher and prettier accomodation in Alamo, but still we continued to the Little Ale’Inn. Now it transpires that luxury rules everytime, after the folkies took one look at the caravan hovel at Rachel, they requested, ney demanded that we drive back the 50 miles to the 4 star luxury that they are not used to. So there we are, no new experience on that one. In defence however the reception at the Inn was less than welcoming, in fact it made British hospitality look good.

Still we did see Area 51 and the gates, even tried to leave the folkies there and get them to cross the line, but they wouldn’t. And we did get to see fighter jets practising and doing the ole sonic booms.

So, on then to Tonopah where we checked into the lovely little Jim Butler Motel.  We left the folks to have a wander around and went to check out the local Mexican restaurant for a quick beer – which turned into an all night session complete with Lock-in.  So there we were quietly writing our diaries when we got chatting to two cool americans – Jon from Missouri and Keri from North Carolina.  They were here mapping out GPS stats for the Federal government – cool job or what!!  So, a quick beer rapidly translated into 10, a nice meal of Mexican food then translated further into dancing, frivolities and oh yes more beer.  One of us cannot actually remember walking back to the Motel (hmm oh dear).  So, a good deep sleep later we are now up and ready for the 150 mile drive back to Vegas for our last night in the US.

A big hello to Jon and Keri if you catch the blog – we hope your heads are not as sore as ours this am, it was good chatting and dancing!

We’d better go round up the folks now who are in another museum somewhere, probably chatting to more old folks again…..