So after Monument Valley we went further south, to the town of Kayenta. Kayenta, Utah, is a Mormon city hence 100% alcohol free. We were warned, but hey, no 'so we smuggled ....'
We are obedient citizens, we are.
But we, no, Pieter, might have been violating another Mormon law, namely the 'thou shalt not swear' one. Pieter? Swearing? You serious?
Yes, when he found out in our hotel room that he had left the American-to-European plug adapter plus the Ipad chargers at our room in Moab, 3 hrs. back.
So no recharging the mobile phones, the Ipods, the Ipads (that was the worst, we both had only 4 hrs. left to go) or the camera's.
Imagine that.
The first reaction is to seriously panic, then you realise that 15 years ago you went on holiday without having to recharge anything because it hadn't been invented yet, and still you were happy and relaxed.
Anyway, a change of plans was needed.
We called the reception at the Moab hotel but the lady there was clueless, perhaps we should call back tomorrow, perhaps the room maid had found something but perhaps not etc.
Going back was a nono too.
We decided to skip a couple of must see's and head for Flagstaff, a large enough city to have Apple accessories. Plus all kind of adapters.
All of a sudden we didn't like it in Kayenta that much anymore so we planned to leave early and thus be able to at least see the Canyon de Chelly (pronounce as 'de Chay', from the Indian Tsegi) on our way to an electronics shop.
We woke at six and were on the road at seven: a wonderful experience because the sun was just getting up and it was completely silent everywhere.
The canyon was a two hrs drive south and we arrived just after they had opened. We didn't have to pay an entrance fee, so instead we bought a book with photos by Ansell Adams and left for the rim of the Canyon.
After we had glanced at the weather forecast, that didn't sink in at that time.
Zero celcius.
And gale force 7 winds.
At the first stop we said 'oh my, this is beautiful, but it's cold, isn't it'?
At the second: Jeez it's cold but the canyon is stunning!
At the third: f*ck it's cold, the wind, my hands are freezing -
And finally: let's quit. I'm frozen. I love it here but I've never been so cold all winter in Holland.
So we headed straight to the nearest diner to get a proper, hot breakfast. This being Indian country we were the only whites around!
Next we took a beautiful little road to the Phoenix-LA highway, arrived at Flagstaff at two in the afternoon and since they didn't have mountain time (as Utah) it was still two o' clock when we had all the cables, plugs and adapters we needed - and decided to head off for the Grand Canyon, 80 miles north.
In an exhibition in Amsterdam we saw the iconic picture of a white man's expedition through the canyon de Chelly, dated the early twenties of the last century. Remembering that picture we decided on the spot we had to see the canyon, and we did.
We are obedient citizens, we are.
But we, no, Pieter, might have been violating another Mormon law, namely the 'thou shalt not swear' one. Pieter? Swearing? You serious?
Yes, when he found out in our hotel room that he had left the American-to-European plug adapter plus the Ipad chargers at our room in Moab, 3 hrs. back.
So no recharging the mobile phones, the Ipods, the Ipads (that was the worst, we both had only 4 hrs. left to go) or the camera's.
Imagine that.
The first reaction is to seriously panic, then you realise that 15 years ago you went on holiday without having to recharge anything because it hadn't been invented yet, and still you were happy and relaxed.
Anyway, a change of plans was needed.
We called the reception at the Moab hotel but the lady there was clueless, perhaps we should call back tomorrow, perhaps the room maid had found something but perhaps not etc.
Going back was a nono too.
We decided to skip a couple of must see's and head for Flagstaff, a large enough city to have Apple accessories. Plus all kind of adapters.
All of a sudden we didn't like it in Kayenta that much anymore so we planned to leave early and thus be able to at least see the Canyon de Chelly (pronounce as 'de Chay', from the Indian Tsegi) on our way to an electronics shop.
We woke at six and were on the road at seven: a wonderful experience because the sun was just getting up and it was completely silent everywhere.
The canyon was a two hrs drive south and we arrived just after they had opened. We didn't have to pay an entrance fee, so instead we bought a book with photos by Ansell Adams and left for the rim of the Canyon.
After we had glanced at the weather forecast, that didn't sink in at that time.
Zero celcius.
And gale force 7 winds.
At the first stop we said 'oh my, this is beautiful, but it's cold, isn't it'?
At the second: Jeez it's cold but the canyon is stunning!
At the third: f*ck it's cold, the wind, my hands are freezing -
And finally: let's quit. I'm frozen. I love it here but I've never been so cold all winter in Holland.
So we headed straight to the nearest diner to get a proper, hot breakfast. This being Indian country we were the only whites around!
Next we took a beautiful little road to the Phoenix-LA highway, arrived at Flagstaff at two in the afternoon and since they didn't have mountain time (as Utah) it was still two o' clock when we had all the cables, plugs and adapters we needed - and decided to head off for the Grand Canyon, 80 miles north.
In an exhibition in Amsterdam we saw the iconic picture of a white man's expedition through the canyon de Chelly, dated the early twenties of the last century. Remembering that picture we decided on the spot we had to see the canyon, and we did.
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