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Seattle day 1
Orcas island - Everett - Seattle
It was time to take the RV back to Everett and nearly time to fly home.
With heavy hearts we re-packed our bags for the last time and bumped along the narrow roads of the island to catch the early morning ferry. As we had a schedule to meet we postponed cooking breakfast until we had reached the port at Orcas Village and booked into the ferry.
Fellow passengers looked on in envy as we fried up our left over half packet of bacon and scrambled our remaining eight eggs for our final RV feast, while we watched the ferry meander into the harbour.
The RV was given a quick inspection for cleanliness, riffle though the paperwork to update the mileage etc. Within half an hour we were given the thumbs up and were trundling down the road with our multiple bags, looking totally out of place, to catch a bus to downtown Seattle.
The sleek modern blue bus was impressive and pulled up a few minutes after we had brought our tickets. We were whisked off quietly to the Aurora interchange to transfer onto the 318 bus - as was kindly explained by a fellow passenger.
The 318 wasn't quite as space aged and the passengers who boarded reflected the state of the bus. If you ever want to find out the true nature of a city, then don't hesitate to ride on public transport, it gives visitors a real insight into the 'real' inhabitants of a city.
All who boarded bore the scars of a life of hardships, but on the whole they were happy with their lot and pleasant to their fellow passengers. The bus took us within a block of our hotel and I alighted with a blue balloon rat called Ricky and a husband wishing like Sheldon from the Big Bang Theory, that he had worn his 'bus pants'.
Our hotel was positioned perfectly for visiting the Art Museum, Pike Place and the farmers market, so we quickly dumped our bags and set off to explore the city.
Seattle Art Museum (SAM) was an eclectic mix of modern art , photography and tribal art from the local native Indians, Aborigines and African nations. It also had a great shop which we raided to stock up with last minute presents.
The coffee shop looked good too but we by-passed it in favour of a brew from the famous Starbucks original café in Pikes Place. However after meandering through the market we were in need of something stronger. It had been a hard day!
Pikes brewery satisfied our thirst with a six schooner taster platter, which ranged from a light floral pale ale to a thick creamy stout. Dave was smitten with the Kilt Lifter (a whiskey beer), so stuck with it for a further a couple more pints, while I tried the Monks Uncle (a triple ale) and the guest beer 'Space Needle' which had been brewed for the upcoming Seattle Beer week and an accompanying competition to celebrate the golden anniversary of the needle. It was deliciously full of hops and a perfect accompaniment traditional griddled burgers which we ate Cheers style at the bar whilst chatting to our fellow bar flies.
We staggered back to the hotel for a well deserved sleep.
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Elaine Love your comment about the husband wishing he'd worn his Sheldon bus pants!