ONE HUNDRED FIFTY
The Flight of Chloe McMurderess cont.
Well, I wasn’t r***d or murdered in the Green Trees service station although Jeremy claims that he was molested in the night. Stupid bear.
Had some breakfast: croissants, cheese, cold meats, and a gallon of coffee. Good coffee. Bought some packaged cheese and ham sandwiches and filled up the flask with coffee and bought another cup one to go.
Gonna live on sandwiches and coffee.
This travelogue is so f*****g boring, so I am not going to record every little detail along the route, not even going to state what road I was on, let’s face it, one stretch of boring tarmac is pretty much the same as any other bit of boring tarmac. Not going to say I drove down highway X365 and onto road Y564 and then turned onto Z213. Even the dumb bear
