about 80 miles south of Washington DC. We wanted electricity
and showers, but for some reason the state parks we checked
out in that area had neither. After running out of options, we
gave in and decided to stay the night, hoping we'd pass a Pilots
truck stop on the final leg of the journey to DC.
The state park was a little freaky. It was deep in some woods,
in black bear country, and no one else appeared to be staying
there. Will made a campfire while I cowered in the RV, pretending
to tidy up whilst checking out the windows for bears and murderers.
So yesterday morning we heading into Washington. No showers.
This upset me a bit, as I was looking forward to it and didn't want
to be a grease ball. But there wasn't a lot we could do about it.
We got parked eventually, for free, and caught a bus into town.
We saw the George Washington Memorial in the distance so
began walking towards it, arguing over whether Washington DC
is a state. Will was adamant it was. What a retard.
We walked through some little park, and I saw some rubbish
white building on the edge.
I jokingly said, 'ooh is that the White House, har har'.
Evidently this wasn't the White House. Will tried to convince
me it was, but I wasn't falling for it, no sir.
The joke went on a bit long, with Will even making me pose
for a photo in front of it. I got mad and wanted to find the
actual White House.
Then other people started posing with it, and I overheard some
bloke asking someone if they could take his picture with 'the white
house'. Christ. I still refused to believe it until I saw a sign.
It was only the bloody White House, biggest anti-climax ever.
God.
Anyway, it looked a bit better round the back, but I was still
seriously underwhelmed.
We did the other touristy things. The memorials.
So many memorials. Capitol Hill. Some other big buildings.
It was super cold, but Washington DC itself was wicked.
I liked it. We found our way back to the bus stop just as
the sun was setting.
We slept in the RV where we'd left it, too tired to think about
moving it, even though we were parked on an angle and the
blood rushed to our heads as we slept.
Since leaving Florida, bedtime has become a bit of a palava.
We've been adding more layers to our night-time attire the
further up the east coast we've travelled. I currently sleep
in two jumpers, two tops, leggings, 3 pairs of socks, slippers,
and then my pyjamas on top. We even bought an extra
blanket from Walmart, but it doesn't stop the pillow freeze
everytime you change sleeping position.
We're dreading Boston.
This morning, after driving back into Washington to check out
Iwo Jima, we were seriously desperate for showers. So we
found a Pilots truck stop just outside Baltimore and got another
free shower, curtesy of a second nice man donating his unwanted
ticket.
Clean has never felt so good.
Next stop, Camping World, somewhere in Pennsylvania.
Or New Jersey, I lose track. We've been through four states
plus DC today; Maryland, Pennsylvania, Delaware and
New Jersey. Gosh.
I'm not sure if I already wrote this, but our self contained RV
hasn't been so self contained seeing as we couldn't work it.
We couldn't figure out the gas, which meant no hot water,
no showers, and no cooking. A nice man immediately solved
this for us by flicking a switch we'd previously ignored. Score.
We still can't work the generator though, but we can't afford to
get that sorted, even though it's probably a simple thing like not
been hooked up to the battery properly. They wanted to charge us
$109 to look at it. But we can live without a generator. We can't
live without $109.
We're spending the night in their carpark, as we're only 150 miles
out of New York. We aren't too sure how we're going to work it;
we can't take our juggernaut into the city, so we're hoping to park
it up somewhere and couchsurf instead. We parked up in a Holiday
Inn carpark tonight and stole their internet to contact some people
on Couchsurf. We shall see what comes of it.
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