When you’re on a long trip you usually don’t have too many clothes with you. From time to time you end up wearing that shirt again and since you’re on the road with friends and as long as you don’t wear plain colored shirts only you may start to hear some jokes about that shirt. 

At least that’s what happened with Tyler. 

If you followed our blog for some time even you may have noticed his nice blue polo shirt. The one with the white numbers on it. Yes, this one:

We may have started our joking earlier on but definitely after that lady came along (I guess it was around Yellowstone NP) and asked him, what that 1975 would mean. 

This pic proves our obsession with 1975:

So: Think well what to pack before heading off to that trip. 

..you got plenty of time on your hand to take pictures. Besides looking out the window at corn and soy fields that is. Maybe at some point someone may eventually get bored a bit. 

But being bored wouldn’t be something to write about would it. So I dug deep in my photo library to come out with some pics. Of course the shots aren’t really good, usually you only have seconds to get the camera ready and shoot. Which may or may not be enough to catch the whole story.

Thanks to a traffic jam we got those guys pretty easy:

We didn’t have a chance to see the difference, but had a good day nevertheless.

The interesting thing on a trip like ours is, that you see so many strange things that leave you back wondering about other peoples life. What are they up to? Why are they doing .. things? Like who needs a whole bus with an SUV attached to it, when they’re on a holiday? 

Coming up next are some shots that may show you things you got used to. But not us, as strangers to that country. And of course some shots of us, trying to look amazing. 

Stay tuned. And of course you can always ask us for stories. We got plenty to tell, but sometimes we are a bit close-mouthed.

Yeah, that was one perfect evening. 

It started with the only place to eat along the coast for a few dozen miles (yes, basically this is enough said). A crowded place, us waiting in the entrance, with the menu at hand. Hungry.

As you can see, Bud still tries to sparkle the general mood with an over confident look. 

But even Bud’s mood darkened rapidly when the waitress led us to the table, where we placed our orders:

Tyler: Fish à la chef du maison.
Bud and Fred (well, that’s me): Entrecôte. 

Yes, we should’ve known better. Eating beef along the coast may or may not be the best choice. Truth is that this time it actually didn’t since both dishes were, well, awful. But convince yourself:

Until Tyler got his missing fork, we were almost done with our “entrcôte” and he really liked, meanwhile coldish, “fish”.

Yeah, maybe we should’ve checked on Google before stopping there. But no worries, the place seems to be closed until now. Maybe there’s a reason for that.