Anchorage
We returned to Anchorage knowing that we just had to arrange our passage to Whittier (a mere 60 miles) and then we could relax for the rest of our time here.
What we failed to realise is that despite the distance being a mere 60 miles, NO ONE IN ANCHORAGE WANTS TO GO THERE!!! It seems that they are all aware of the little ditty about about Whittier (HINT: It involves rhyming slang)*. There's also the matter of a slightly crazy one-way single track road/rail tunnel. Essentially, it's only open for a half hour in each direction before they close it for 15 minutes so traffic can clear and then they open it up the other way. Of course this is all interrupted if a train wants to pass and they charge everyone at least $12 each for the privilege!
So after about a day-and-a-half's worth of searching, phoning, pleading, frustration and increasing desperation (as well as at least half a dozen unanswered answering machine messages), we finally managed to find someone brave/stupid enough to go to Whittier. Unfortunately our bus trip and accommodation are costing us over $225. It's a racket, I'm telling you.
Anyway, at least we got a good brekkie from the Middle Way Cafe. We split a big, fat breakfast burrito and the daddy of all smoothies (strawberry, banana, apple and blueberry - yum!) and Trace got to play with a big, fluffy husky who'd plunked him/herself down in the middle of the floor (apparently (s)hes a regular - the husky, not Trace).
Yes, this dog IS alive.
So here we are now, waiting for our bus in the lobby of a swanky hotel, being regarded suspiciously by people paying over $200 per night to stay here. I'm sure we shouldn't technically be leeching their internet for free, but meh. I doubt they'll miss the bandwidth.
*If you still can't work it out, it basically says that nothing could be less pleasant than a day in Whittier.
What we failed to realise is that despite the distance being a mere 60 miles, NO ONE IN ANCHORAGE WANTS TO GO THERE!!! It seems that they are all aware of the little ditty about about Whittier (HINT: It involves rhyming slang)*. There's also the matter of a slightly crazy one-way single track road/rail tunnel. Essentially, it's only open for a half hour in each direction before they close it for 15 minutes so traffic can clear and then they open it up the other way. Of course this is all interrupted if a train wants to pass and they charge everyone at least $12 each for the privilege!
So after about a day-and-a-half's worth of searching, phoning, pleading, frustration and increasing desperation (as well as at least half a dozen unanswered answering machine messages), we finally managed to find someone brave/stupid enough to go to Whittier. Unfortunately our bus trip and accommodation are costing us over $225. It's a racket, I'm telling you.
Anyway, at least we got a good brekkie from the Middle Way Cafe. We split a big, fat breakfast burrito and the daddy of all smoothies (strawberry, banana, apple and blueberry - yum!) and Trace got to play with a big, fluffy husky who'd plunked him/herself down in the middle of the floor (apparently (s)hes a regular - the husky, not Trace).
So here we are now, waiting for our bus in the lobby of a swanky hotel, being regarded suspiciously by people paying over $200 per night to stay here. I'm sure we shouldn't technically be leeching their internet for free, but meh. I doubt they'll miss the bandwidth.
*If you still can't work it out, it basically says that nothing could be less pleasant than a day in Whittier.
posted by Iff at
10:24 am
4 Comments:
Is the ryhme:-
A day in Whit-Whittier,
Nothing could be pret-prettier?
By
Anonymous, At
11:22 am
I say the ryhme is:-
I am mr T and I pity the fool that lives in Whittier,
In fact no one could be more pit-pittier.......
No gimmie a glass of milk foo'
By
Anonymous, At
11:24 am
Is Whittier what inspired Philip Larkin?
The Whitsun Weddings:-
(Philip Larkin)
That Whitsun, I was late getting away:
Not till about
One-twenty on the sunlit Saturday
Did my three-quarters-empty train pull out,
All windows down, all cushions hot, all sense
Of being in a hurry gone.
By
Anonymous, At
11:28 am
Tom, we worry about you.
By
Trace, At
12:41 pm
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