Sedona is a beautiful, red rocked sanctuary of spiritual energy and with the ever changing light of the evening sun, it is easy to get distracted whilst driving the winding roads around the rocky cliffs, that is until the car we're hiring starts having a warning alert frenzy, throwing out flood warnings every 2 minutes, I mean come on, we have only just left drought ridden California, how can the weather change so dramatically?! Luckily we only experienced a mahoosive thunder storm and got a teensy bit wet in the tent that we then had to sit with for an hour the next morning, waiting for it to dry before we could pack it back into Steve's rucksack.
Being told that Portland was a mini version of Seattle set the hopes high, so after walking for 30 minutes with 40 kilos of backpack between us and staring up a road that looked like it was lacking some love, we felt disheartened. Fortunately moments later we turn a corner (literally not metaphorically) and the street comes to life. Mississippi avenue is full of quirky bistros, funky independent boutiques and pods of food carts. We get neck cramp from trying to look in every direction at the same time and to be honest the pain is so worth it.
I have this massive 'got to try' list of food venues in London, every time we go, narrowing it down to one is near impossible, ideally I would want to eat at several places in one night, sampling something from each place before moving on to the next, but with many places having taken up the 'trendy' no reservations route, you would be spending most of the night stood outside in a queue probably getting rained on.
