Chicago: The Windy City

Of course Truro is the actual windy city but we'll let the people of Chicago have their little claim to fame.

We arrived here on Saturday, courtesy of the Megabus, after being dragged away from the comfort of Heather and Jamie's place in St Louis. Unfortunately we managed to lose the camera somewhere between the bus and the hotel. More unfortunate still is that is contained the photos from Thailand and the States which we hadn't uploaded yet. Someone, somewhere is looking at a very odd bunch of pictures.

Continuing the theme of unfortunate incidences, someone has used Joe's card to go to DisneyWorld. No, it wasn't me. Barclays have very considerately blocked his account, even to him, so that's great. I hope Mickey Mouse punched the fraudster in the face.

We spent Saturday and Sunday night in the Chinatown hotel, situated in... yep you guessed it, Chinatown. It was very convenient for downtown so we had a great day shopping, looking at the sights and eating traditional deep pan pizza. The hotel was populated by some kind of biting creature - bedbugs? Fleas? So that was nice. It reminded us of India. We had some of the worst Chinese food known to man but did manage to find a karaoke bar afterwards. We didn't sing - Joe is too traumatised from the time I signed him up to do American Pie in Earlsfield  -  but thoroughly enjoyed ourselves watching the attempts of others.

We are now on the outskirts of the city in a Howard Johnson (cheap Travelodge type place) because we have an early flight to Washington DC in the morning. I found out, to my horror, that we can't actually go inside the White House, but we're going to stand outside and sing the West Wing theme tune. Hopefully that's not a federal crime. DC is apparently famous for being very humid so we'll probably be sweating all over the national landmarks as well as singing. Excellent.