Dallas

After New Orleans we drove our longest stretch (8.5 hours) through the state of Texas to arrive in Dallas. Thankfully I had my iPhone to find and book a hotel because we hadn’t planned on stopping there, but the drive was just becoming unbearable.

Our Hotel/Liquor/Beer/Wine Shop

I don’t know what I was really expecting for $30.00 a night in Dallas’ titty district. Our hotel, unbeknownst to us until we arrived was located next to a dozen strip clubs, massage parlors and gentleman’s clubs.  The manager greeted us through bullet proof glass and drenched in an overwhelming amount of cheap cologne.

Babies were crying, sketchy people were loitering in the breezeways and our room smelled of cigarettes and murder.  I cautiously checked behind mirrors for voyeur cameras and just waited for sunlight.  But with that there was a bright side, free internet access and a few channels of television to drown out the sounds of screams, drug deals and prostitution. 

Without much sleep and high levels of irritability we headed on to our next Texas city, Amarillo. As we tried not to fight with each other Desi got yelled at, a lot. 

He was over it, too.

 *Hotel Tip: If there is a sign in the parking lot that reads "Guns, Knives, Weapons, Drug Solicitation and  Prostitution is Prohibited on Premises" it typically means they've had issues with them.*