Day Twenty Two

Our Chicago hotel was a little teeny tiny bit more than we had been planning to spend. We try to stick to a daily budget, you see, and the Chicago hotel may have pushed this a little bit. We decided to absorb this cost, because it meant we weren't getting shot.

So, when we checked out today, and they told us they had refunded us a whole night's rate (because of broken tv) we were PRETTY PLEASED.

WHHOOOOHOOOO.

This meant that our BRILLIANT hotel room was but $55 dollars a night!

This kicked the day off well. Then we went to the mall and bought hats! Brilliant.

Sadly the day then descended into a nightmare of standstill traffic. First getting through Chicago, then some inexplicable standstill traffic along the I-80. First traffic we have come across in 3,500 miles. I mean, neither of us have ever seen anything like it - it was just NOT MOVING. AT ALL. FOR AGES.

So a paltry 100 miles on from Chicago we decide to stop for the day. It is about 6pm by this point.

So, we stop at a place called South Bend, in Indiana. As we drive into South Bend, Indiana we see a man drinking from the sprinkler on the lawn behind MacDonald's.

This should have perhaps put us off.

But we forged on and decided to stay at Motel 6, for a cheap $42 a night. The room smelt quite bad. But we thought, HEY IT'S SO CHEAP, and so we stayed. We went down to look at the pool. Despite the water's opaque quality, and murky colour, we chose to swim regardless. When we got in we found a clump of human hair floating around, so we got out.

A few hours later, we discover that the lady staying two doors down is a prostitute. Her pimp came to visit - a lovely man called "daddy". So did a chap who had "just got out tonight" - presumably from Prison. And then quite a few more men. A stream of men, you could describe it as.

So...quite a step down from the Bellagio, you could say.

Spent the entire night in fear of stray bullets, rampaging drug addled hookers and the ubiquitous scabies mite. We vow to stay somewhere nicer tomorrow.




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