After an hour long interrogation Team Berg finally managed to cross the border, and in all honesty, it was harder than any border crossing CB experienced in South America (maybe apart from that situation where CB got stuck in no mans land between Chile and Argentina because he refused to pay a bribe to pass or enter, but that is another story).
In front of us was rural countryside – nothing like what you expect from the greatest country in the world, but the roads were nice and cornery, enough to have some fun all the way to our next stop – Seattle: The city of grunge – Nirvana, Pearl Jam and Alice in Chains. There was no way in hell we would miss the ‘unofficial’ memorial of Kurt Cobain at Viretta Park, Seattle. But finding it was a different story! Google provided enough clues to feed into the GPS, then half an hour later we ended up in one of the richest suburbs in town. And there it was – small, unpretentious, unmarked memorial to Kurt Cobain…some old park bench with heart-broken commentary.
We had a good couple of days in Seattle. We went to the Pike Markets, the Space Needle and all – DB fell in love with Seattle.
And the photos are the proof that it does not rain all the time in Seattle.
Next we headed south, the plan was to go to Mt Rainier and Mt. St. Helens, unfortunately we jinxed our luck of god weather and the clouds came rolling in. There was no chance in the world to see the mountains. So we headed south towards Portland, Oregon.