After bidding my birthday twin farewell we set off on the road to find some aliens in Roswell. Somewhere along the way, just after the worlds largest pistachio nut, we were stopped by an internal border control - which apparently is a thing. We had to show our passports which confused us, had us wondering whether we'd taken a wrong turnand were heading in to Mexico. No, the rather attractive 'border' officer explained the point of an internal border to us, rather apologetically it had to be said. Once we were on our way and the texas dust started to turn into a nice plush green we spotted a Billy The Kid Tourist Information Centre. Well it'd be rude not to pop in see what that was all about. We decided he seemed like a decent sorta bloke so took the woman in there's advice and decided to go via Lincoln on our way out of Roswell tomorrow.

When we got to Roswell we were just a tad disappointed by distinct lack of much alien paraphernalia and the general rundown state of the town. It had definitely seen better days during it's hayday.

After eventually finding a motel that wasn't going to cost an arm and a leg, we freshened up and headed across the road to Farleys, which had a decent amount of alien shizzle to draw our interest. A few drinks in, a couple of pool games lost and won and some food in our bellies we headed back across the to the motel, mostly to escape the crazy woman who was gyrating with the jukebox and high kicking so violently she was losing shoes. Apparently these women don't just exist in bad country songs after all.