And by that I mean waffles. Oh yes. Waffles in America are the food of the gods. I could eat them every morning and every night and never get bored. So I had one, covered in maple syrup. And then for good measure I had three sausages, scrambled egg and chips. Mmmm.
After this we set about doing a bit of shopping. I bought cargo pants, some new trainers, and a baseball cap.
Shortly after I got my American phone working, thanks to a charming AT&T sales assistant named, I kid you not, Cartier. Not Carter. Cartier. He was a 18 stone man.
We then headed south, past Mt Rushmore (i'd put in a pic, but I figure the ones we'll get over the next few days will be somewhat more impressive) and are now in the tourist trap, ahem I mean town of Custer. Custer, oddly, is full of Ukrainians. In fact, 3 out of 3 waiters we've had so far have been Ukrainian.
The evening was rounded off with a bout of mini-golf and a Steak. Fun time. The real work begins tomorrow...
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Waffle meister glad you are eating so well / so much. We missed you loads at James 40th - Will got so nostalgic that he tried to phone you... Good luck with the filming. Love, mum
Awww I wish I could have been there. Look forward to seeing the photos.
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