The main reason I wanted to go to Texas was so I could experience that moment, when you swing into a local bar and the talking stops dead. The piano tops playing.Drinks are placed down on tables. Heads turn. And eyes, from all directions, look you up and down.
The wind blows through the bar and if you listen closely it would probably say something alike, 'wat ya doin here boi??'
In the corner stands Clint Eastwood, who spits tabbaca on the floor and rubs his gun....
That didn't happen, but Rob did buy a bid Texas style hat which amused me highly, and was a talking point for weeks to come.
Texas' moto is, 'don't mess with Texas.' it really aims at not polluting the place with litter, but in reality, there were some pretty scary looking mofo's that I wouldn't want to mess with.
There were FAT people in Texas. Like so fat that it would have been rude NOT to take photos near by them while pretending to pose innocently...
Big dusty roads. Tornados. Big trucks. Big beards. And pretty big steaks. Still though, I was surprised at the demographic. Still very Hispanic and minimal of the stereotypical, some may say racist, 'white trash, red neck,' Americans.
The waitresses call say things like, 'how y'all doing' they use words like precious and 'darl,' when greeting you. That really happens.
We saw small towns and big cities. We realised how chuffing ginormous Texas is. AT LEAST the size of Robs hat, if not bigger...
San Antonio was our stop over before visiting Schlitterbauhn, the water park. San Antonio was ok, the water parkways awesome!!! In summary, 3 separate parks connected by bus Amazing slides and rides Huge hot pools and arcades Katie and Rob got concussion
The next few night was spent in a tiny little town called Kerrville. I, surprisingly, fancied steak. So we opted to cheat on our beloved Motel 6 and head to somewhere called, 'The big Texas Steak House and Motel.'
We were greeted by two huge men behind reception, wearing similar hats to Rob. The 3 of them looked like a type of Texan boy band.
A big scary, Texan boy band. With ridiculous head wear...
That night we ate steaks and met the locals. Yeeeeha!!! Highlight of the evening was either when Katie and I sang karaoke with a newly widowed cowboy (yeah, you heard me), or the conversation I had with a member of the Mexican drug cartel who was fresh out of prison....
We stayed up all night talking to this Mexican, Joel, and his lady, Lisa. He was tattooed with a shaven head, she was pretty similar, and they both spoke of their stories behind bars and the horror of life in Mexico.
Joel was a murderer and I have a feeling Lisa could have been too....
So obviously, it was the right decision to accept their offer to drive us out of town and down to the river for a morning swim.....
What's the worst that could happen??
The next morning came, a knock at our door,and there stood two Mexicans ready to take us for a day out. They ended up being really nice people, we had an awesome day swimming at monkey island and hearing more stories about prison life and the American government.
We were only 100 miles from New Orleans, which was our dream to reach. We had nearly crossed the entire country!! But the storms and floods meant we couldn't get there, so all pretty gutted, we loaded up the car with more beef jerky and started to head back towards Las Vegas.
Alex, my other cuz, Robs brother (the better of the brothers) was coming to meet us in Vegas!!! Great news! So the race was on to get back in time to meet him.
Vegas was only around 3,000 miles away.
We planned out a route which would take around a week, heading through more northern Texas and back into North New Mexico. We were going to hit Route 66, which was also awesome news.
The next stop is Albuquerque.... Try saying that as many times and as quick as you can!
Peace and flip flops
Nic and Katie ( and concussed cousin Rob) xxx