Poor old Rome – you seem sad that we are leaving you – no need to turn out the lights yet but you should be thinking about putting up instructions indicating how to safely shut you down.
We call into one of the many identical service centres along the freeway system – Graeme heads for smokers corner – he seems to learn more from his 5 minutes of cigarette consumption than we learn from twice the time spent on the consumption of tourist books – this time he returns to the car excited – we have to go via Buffalo to try the original Buffalo wings from the Anchor Inn.
We head for Buffalo with new enthusiasm – we divert past the finger lakes and arrive at Buffalo – we follow various leads until we eventually find the Anchor Inn – it is open – feast – feel full – Buffalo rises from the bottom of my list of cities (a rival to Rome) - drift on to Niagara
We check in – gather our thoughts – wander down towards the fall – Graeme looks only half interested – Trudy’s camera finger is fully exercised – what is that noise? – we have Graeme’s attention – he is impressed – he pushes on at full speed to get closer and closer to the falls – he is impressed – Trudy’s camera overheats.
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