Chapter 5: Way to Grand Canyon
Let's Go!
We left Las Vegas in the morning. Nothing exciting about it but just to mention that the entire ride to Grand Canyon involved lots of sledging, shouting, getting emotional about relationships and talking about other's affairs and marriages. Yeah, I completely agree with you here - aren't my friends becoming *uncles* and looking like settling in life? (besides the sledging and shouting part) ;) Anyways, all this happening with loads and loads of music (thanks to my iPod+FM transmitter). We noticed a few listening patterns here. All of us have similar music taste but which song to listen to next depends on the mood. Everybody tried DJing but some failed to put the right song next. While the iPod rotated through different people, it was only one iDJ who came out on top (the one who *created* the best mood in the car). Unfortunately, that award does not go to me (I admit I suck at DJing). Its Bonda! From "Qayamat se Qayamat Tak" to "Love Rap", it was a selection that kept us *happy*. No one else could catch up with him. Oh, Dsu did not qualify as a DJ cuz he sucked at even using the iPod.
Town of Williams
Destination Grand Canyon was a little too far than we expected. So, by the time it was sunset, we came to a town called Williams.We thought to take our final break out here. Its a small town 2 hours away from Grand Canyon national park. Its ambience itself makes you feel very laid-back and relaxed. We found 2 rooms at a motel ran by a Desi. Probably, the owner was drunk and he was happy to see us desis. In fact, he was so happy he came out of his office and shouted, "I am Hindustani" Lol! No "big" kiddas in this hotel except Dsu tried, you know, doing "zabardasti" with Patil. :)
Night at Williams
The rest of the night was ahead of us. So we decided to enjoy the nightlife of the country-side. So far, we could not see any civilization in this gaon. Fortunately, after driving like 1/4 mile from the Motel, we see Christmas lights on the streets. It was the Downtown. A whole of 2 blocks! We scanned the entire downtown in about 86 seconds (twice!) and rested our hungry (and thirsty) souls at a Mexican Pub. The setting was, once again, perfect. It had a small bar on one side, tables all around and a live music stage at another corner of the Pub. I would say, the stage would be about the size of a portable restroom. A local Country musician (more like an old, neglected fellow) with a banjo was playing country music. The bar itself, was lit up with pale, brownish-yellow lights and a nice-looking waitress took our orders. The shaam was mastani and most of our talk was some good ol' bashing of people you hated, disliked or the ones you liked. Food was delicious, the beer was chilled and the drink shots that we had in the start, took its effect pretty well.
Red Neck Pub
It was about time to lift our asses off the chair and hop to the next pub. We had the best time of our day with Pritam entertaining us with Patil as the center of his jokes. I guess Patil was most eager to move out of it. So, we searched for another pub and lo-n-behold, we did find another! This town is 'happening'! We enter the pub and find every guy in a cowboy suite - from the hat to the boots (and not a single non-Caucasian). No, it ain't the 19th century that they take out their guns and shoot you. They were friendly folks playing pool and drinking beer. Korade and Pritam joined them to play pool and rest of us had some beer at a table. A middle-aged Southerner came by and started some small talk. She was really friendly. She liked what we do, where we studied/stayed and even talked about her "sweet" daughter. Plus, she found me cute! Now what are the odds of that being happening! What striked us, in the end though, was she made this remark: "You know fellas, theese people heeere maiy be afraid of you but I ain't". Hmm, why would any one be afraid of drunk, unshaved, metro-sexual Browns? Only if they thought we would drink up all their beer or beat them in pool! No other reason I could think of.
*Frowning my eyebrows and rubbing my chin in wonder*
We left Las Vegas in the morning. Nothing exciting about it but just to mention that the entire ride to Grand Canyon involved lots of sledging, shouting, getting emotional about relationships and talking about other's affairs and marriages. Yeah, I completely agree with you here - aren't my friends becoming *uncles* and looking like settling in life? (besides the sledging and shouting part) ;) Anyways, all this happening with loads and loads of music (thanks to my iPod+FM transmitter). We noticed a few listening patterns here. All of us have similar music taste but which song to listen to next depends on the mood. Everybody tried DJing but some failed to put the right song next. While the iPod rotated through different people, it was only one iDJ who came out on top (the one who *created* the best mood in the car). Unfortunately, that award does not go to me (I admit I suck at DJing). Its Bonda! From "Qayamat se Qayamat Tak" to "Love Rap", it was a selection that kept us *happy*. No one else could catch up with him. Oh, Dsu did not qualify as a DJ cuz he sucked at even using the iPod.
Town of Williams
Destination Grand Canyon was a little too far than we expected. So, by the time it was sunset, we came to a town called Williams.We thought to take our final break out here. Its a small town 2 hours away from Grand Canyon national park. Its ambience itself makes you feel very laid-back and relaxed. We found 2 rooms at a motel ran by a Desi. Probably, the owner was drunk and he was happy to see us desis. In fact, he was so happy he came out of his office and shouted, "I am Hindustani" Lol! No "big" kiddas in this hotel except Dsu tried, you know, doing "zabardasti" with Patil. :)
Night at Williams
The rest of the night was ahead of us. So we decided to enjoy the nightlife of the country-side. So far, we could not see any civilization in this gaon. Fortunately, after driving like 1/4 mile from the Motel, we see Christmas lights on the streets. It was the Downtown. A whole of 2 blocks! We scanned the entire downtown in about 86 seconds (twice!) and rested our hungry (and thirsty) souls at a Mexican Pub. The setting was, once again, perfect. It had a small bar on one side, tables all around and a live music stage at another corner of the Pub. I would say, the stage would be about the size of a portable restroom. A local Country musician (more like an old, neglected fellow) with a banjo was playing country music. The bar itself, was lit up with pale, brownish-yellow lights and a nice-looking waitress took our orders. The shaam was mastani and most of our talk was some good ol' bashing of people you hated, disliked or the ones you liked. Food was delicious, the beer was chilled and the drink shots that we had in the start, took its effect pretty well.
Red Neck Pub
It was about time to lift our asses off the chair and hop to the next pub. We had the best time of our day with Pritam entertaining us with Patil as the center of his jokes. I guess Patil was most eager to move out of it. So, we searched for another pub and lo-n-behold, we did find another! This town is 'happening'! We enter the pub and find every guy in a cowboy suite - from the hat to the boots (and not a single non-Caucasian). No, it ain't the 19th century that they take out their guns and shoot you. They were friendly folks playing pool and drinking beer. Korade and Pritam joined them to play pool and rest of us had some beer at a table. A middle-aged Southerner came by and started some small talk. She was really friendly. She liked what we do, where we studied/stayed and even talked about her "sweet" daughter. Plus, she found me cute! Now what are the odds of that being happening! What striked us, in the end though, was she made this remark: "You know fellas, theese people heeere maiy be afraid of you but I ain't". Hmm, why would any one be afraid of drunk, unshaved, metro-sexual Browns? Only if they thought we would drink up all their beer or beat them in pool! No other reason I could think of.
*Frowning my eyebrows and rubbing my chin in wonder*
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