Well poor Shano. We have arrived in our first (that we noticed) dry county. The location of Shano's worst nightmare is right here in Corbin, Kentucky and what a surprise it was. We drove for miles and miles and miles (and I do mean miles) trying to find a "package liquor store". Alas our search was in vain as we finally deduced the horror that we were both not yet willing to face...... no alcohol for sale in this heavenly county. None at all. Not even when we went out to dinner - sorry no beer. "But I have ribs" proclaimed Shano - still, no beer. There was however, a million and one cigarette and tobacco shops. Apparently God is happy for you to smoke yourself into a cancerous oblivion, but sweet Jesus, you cannot have a wine with dinner. Hmmmm.
And I have to say that a beer and a wine, was certainly being appreciatively anticipated after we stacked it in a pot hole so large I could have ordered fried rice through it. Unfortunately Big Bertha couldn't hack the pressure and burst a tyre. Yay for us being stranded in a weird little town called New Haven. Grace and I went off in search of food and water while Shano handled the wheel ordeal. While we were gone we made friends with an old train driver who taught Grace to run around yelling "TOOOOT" and pulling an imaginary horn, a pungent man who had beautiful manners and offered to buy Grace an ice-cream and very chatty waitress who gave us a verbal tour of the great town of New Haven. Never let the Gabriels girls out on their own or they will take over the world. Oh well, Wayne-O (his name "for real life" as Grace puts it) the tire man came to our rescue and we were on our way again after he chatted to Shano (how is that for bloody hilarious- Wayne-o and Shano....I love it) for 3 hours about a man who used to work there, who was Australian. Wayne-O was certain Shano would know him....Hmmmmm. Wayne-O we love you.
We are hitting the Daniel Boone (see earlier history lesson) State Park tomorrow so we can go Tubing. Oh my holy hell I have been so desperate to give his a try ever since we saw 150 sweaty americans bobbing down a mountainous, rapid like river in tyre tubes, a couple of weeks ago. It is clearly outrageous but I think Grace and I will love it. Shano, well I'm not sure if he will like it but I don't care because it is recompense for me having to go to battlefields and other such military things. Stay tuned for tomorrow's installment. Did Shano survive a night in a dry county only to tube his way to broken leg or did he survive the whole ridiculous, alcohol free affair??????? xxx
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