Grand Canyon to Tucson

We awoke bright and early at the insistence of old-man Wonders and rugged up and headed outside to see the sun rise over the grand canyon. Despite the cold it was well worth it, because the views were absolutely spectacular. However, given it was absolutely freezing, we were in no way prepared for a hike and after a quick breakfast we hit the road bound for Tucson, which promised to be a good fun uni town, given it has the University of Arizona smack-bang in the middle of it.

It’s just a well the uni is there otherwise Tucson would be challenging Bakersfield as the least attractive place in the world. We checked into our hostel and got a rude shock as all of the other patrons were middle-aged men who were basically drifters and one of whom, Carl was disturbed to find out (as he was sleeping below him) was basically a drug addict and had spent time in prison.

After calling some mates of Tom and Will, who had studied over there, we went and met up with a group of guys and girls at a dive called the Shelter which was good fun. We then went back to some of the girls’ place in a big group to play drinking games, the highlights of which were Carl trying to describe the word “misprint” as being “like a false start” and then paying the pizza man $140 for 2 pizzas. Luckily for us the pizza man was a good bloke and came back and returned it once he realised. Despite the continually terrible attempts of everyone we were with to imitate our accents, a good night was had by all and we decided, on the promise of a huge night the next night, to stay another night in Tucson.

That’s all for now

Jez