Half A Giraffe

With the prices of flights to America so damned high, HaG took the cheaper option and just swam there.

Actually, let me rephrase. All of HaG except Big Boss Ben swam there. Appearantly there was just enough money in the budget for him to get a ticket on the QE2.

One of these is small. One of these is far away.

Once we get back to our hotel room, HaG does a bit of spending money counting.

Getting our Freakum Suit on for our night out on the town!

First stop? Empire State Building.

Next; Times Square. Getting drunk...

Enough walking around, time to get drunk in the pool.

Having had a wee bit too much, time to take a disco nap in a giant hammock.

Recharged, we show off our mad badminton skillz to the laydeez.

FTW!

The next morning, we leg it before the ladies wake up and demand their money, so off we go on a drive to the other side of the country.

We stop off at the Hoover Dam. It reminds us how constipated we've been since we arrived here.

Next stop, The Grand Canyon. Alot of introspective, life-defining, navel gazing thinking done here. And navel gazing is particularly difficult when you're half a giraffe.

The next stop was Las Vegas, but our lawyers tell us that the images were far too explicit and retch inducing to publish. So here's another picture of the Grand Canyon.

The highlight of the trip. And also our shuttle back to the Atlantic Ocean so we can begin our swim home. (Big Boss Ben: recommissioned a Concorde for his return trip)