From the glory of the Painted Desert to a motel in uniquely colourful Holbrook AZ, a particularly ghetto Greyhound ride, and eventually to Flagstaff - our base for exploring the canyon, and a cosmopolitan, leafy, cultured oasis in the State of emergency.
And a truly wonderful time was had. Flagstaff provided a suitably relaxed, bohemian backdrop to the main event, which exceeded all our expectations blew our scorched minds; to attempt describing the Canyon is inherently pointless, but suffice to say, you had to be there, and a day spent there is day not forgotten in a hurry.
From there, a few days to kill before our scheduled hook-up with comrades in Los Angeles. And so to Phoenix - the relative indulgence of a hotel inviting air-conned lie-ins, movies, and plenty of lazy luxury and relaxing, all coolly insulated from the 108 degree desert heat outside but for regular dips in the pool; just what we needed before heading for our final destination of our North American odyssey....
(wildlife from the canyon can be seen here)
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