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| Two days before the start of our holiday, the
foster dog we had just taken down to her adopters
got loose. Instead of packing, we spent two days
dashing round the Dorset countryside putting up
posters and looking for Bobski. |
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Every day we rang up our answerphone at home,
hoping to hear she'd been found. In Tombstone I
woke up from another dream that she'd been found,
but this time there was a message! |
| It was Christmas come early. We rang her
adopters and they said she was fine, although
thin and with a little chest infection, eating
everything in sight, and very happy to be back.
They had got her a harness to make sure she never
got away from them again! |
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Tombstone may well be full of tat shops, but
that doesn't manage to hide what it was - you
still get a real feel for the past, and walking
down a dusty side street at night, hearing the
noise from the bars, the past seems surprisingly
close. |
| We went on a pub crawl - to the Vogan Bar
(well we had to go to that) and on to
Big Nose Kates, no doubt a tourist trap but they
didn't pick on us for the karaoke so who cares.
And they had a nice Christmas tree. |
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Either because we were gone by lunchtime or
because it was out of season, we avoided the
gunfights, but we did wander round the Bird Cage
Theater and then Boot Hill. Many of the women who
worked in the Bird Cage killed themselves and
ended up on Boot Hill. |
| One grave had a speaker concealed among the
stones and cactus, playing country music. |
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You would think the SW would be sufficiently
awash with foreign tourists that the border
patrols (who had checkpoints many miles north of
the border on roads from |
Mexico) would know what to do
with them, but no. Typical conversation:
"Excuse me, are you US citizens?"
"No," we would say, looking the WASPs
we are.
"Can I see your....." (confused look,
clearly wanting to say driving licence)
"...passport?" we would say,
eventually.Mind you, the chap at the
agricultural checkpoint going back into
California asked us where we came from. England,
we said, having learnt to keep it simple. Did we
speak German, he asked us. (?!). No, we said
(rather than "Only in Germany" or
"very badly"). Still have no idea what that
was about!
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