Rudy was not having it. Guess we have no choice. So here we are, literally, in the middle of nowhere. Determined to check it out, we pull up. Cahill made me watch a horrifying movie where a psychotic killer murders ten stranded people at a random hotel in the middle of nowhere. The drug deal i observe from the gas station parking lot across the street really seals the deal for us. And the broken sign. Cahill for advice, practically in tears. Decision made, we pull up. Last room was just booked. We follow his directions. If there was an axe murderer at the last one, there are at least three here. Rudy and i get to share this diseased bed together. Beach seems nice compared to this. Perfectly miserable, its almost funny, almost unreal. God, let tomorrow be even just a small bit better than this. Also, just remembered that while we were stuck in traffic, we went to take a picture as proof for everyone back home, only to discover a water bottle had leaked in my bag and ruined my camera. Sue dropped us off at a cafe near the train station on her way to work as the rain pelted down. At least we would get a good breakfast before being soaked to the bone running for the train. Not an auspicious start for the next leg of our summer adventure. Fortunately, the rain slacked to a mere shower at an appropriate time and we made a dash for a nearby store selling collapsible umbrellas.