If you've red this blog before you've probably noticed that I might get just a little sarcastic every once in a while. For that I blame Bill Bryson, a travel author whose books I've been reading on this trip. In his book The Missing Continent he writes about his travels in the United States, making snotty comments on things as he goes and getting disappointed at every turn. It's funny stuff, believe me. I'd like to quote things from the book but sadly I sold it f...

Commonly a road trip in the United States brings to mind two things: Route 66 and the Pacific Coast Highway. Both are scenic and historic and replaced nowadays by larger roads but still parts of the olden days remain. We had already done bits and pieces of Route 66 and so it was pretty obvious that we would have to go do the other way as well, we were even in the neighborhood. Starting from Los Angeles we took highway 101 north and spent a night at the parking...

I've said it before, but I'll try to keep this short. Usually it doesn't work out but what the hell… After driving the famous old Route 66 for a little while we headed back on the interstate highways to speed things up a little. We were heading towards Los Angeles but weren't planning on spending a night there so getting there in time was pretty important to us. Usually driving into a big city is both time consuming and nerve wrecking. Since everything is bi...