I arrived in Fort Collins in the evening and set up camp in my hotel room. After watching more adverts in 5 minutes than in an entire week at home I turned the TV off and headed out. Wandering around the town I couldn’t help feeling like I was in the movie set of some US teen flick. Groups of college kids, bars playing cheese, wide wide roads, sprawling suburbia - very different from my beloved Leeds. Some weird signs as well. Like a diner called Good Times proclaiming to serve the best ‘burgers and frozen custard’. Excuse me? Not a combination I would have put together, but whatever takes your cowboy fancy.
They’re pretty cycle and pedestrian friendly compared to most other places in the US – except that you cant cycle down the most useful, 5 mile long road in the town that has the majority of the shops on it, nice one. It’s been a 24hr day so I decide to leave the exploring until tomorrow. The alarm clock next to my bed has the feature of playing different ambient noise while you sleep. The sounds range from annoying crickets to trickling water. After nearly wetting the bed I decided to switch to ocean waves, which drowned out the sound of the buzzing refrigerator nicely.
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