FIFTY STATES AWAYWaking in Houston Texas we find its 27c (80f) it’s boiling! We are both feeling a bit tired and a little less sparkly than on previous days. Whilst we are having the time of our lives, it can be a weary job staying somewhere new every night and we do miss our families. After checking out and climbing in our massive truck we sat with the map of Texas and decided on a rough route around. It was great to have a plan especially with the size of Texas it could be a country of its own.
Sitting down and sketching things out improved both of our moods and so we set off to a little city called Galvasten that Ben had wanted to stop by. It was time for him to feel as I had when we arrived in Texas. Galvasten wasn’t like he expected, it is an island, sunny, coastal and with palm trees, I think he was expecting a leafy town of some sort.
We popped into a local restaurant serving cajun food. This is nothing like the cajun (usually chicken) food we have at home and being by the sea the menu was a such with shrimp and catfish (a southern favourite) on offer, alongside homemade pork sausage and riblets. The owner took one look at us and knew we were not local, like everyone here she was keen to meet us came out from behind the counter and stood with us, taking us through the menu. We asked what her recommendation was and she dissappeared back behind the counter and came back welding a riblet for us to try. Very very tasty and very spicy!
We enjoyed our meal and the rest from driving, now we headed south in hopes of reaching Corpus Christi. It was a lovely drive, and as the day heated up we made our next stop along our scenic journey down the gulf coast a Dairy Queen. As we pulled up to the drive through they offered me a large drink for 0.99¢, which of course I thought was a bargain and ordered. Well I couldn’t speak when they handed me the drink! It’s bigger than any drink I’ve ever seen! No-one could ever be thristy enough to finish this thing! Ben was cracking up and made various jokes, what made it worse was that I’d ordered and ice-cream as well as a drink, something called a Dilly Bar.
Thankfully the Dilly Bar turned out to be a round choc ice type thing on a stick, sensibly sized! We drove on till about tea time and unfortunately didn’t make our destination. We called it a day staying in a lovely place called Port Lavaca which turned out to be a nice surprise.
