Back in the car and we skipped through Portland revisiting the New Deal cafe for a spicy burrito lunch followed by cardiac arrest banana and cream pancakes, smothered in maple syrup. By the end of the day we'd have sped all the way to Astoria on the recommendation of Owen and Terra, our Portland hosts. And we were there for one reason: The Goonies! We drove to Canyon Bay and felt the childish flush of excitement at seeing the rocks that had pointed the way to One-Eyed Willies' treasure. Canyon Bay itself is stunning, and we took a stroll on the beach and around the lookout points to breathe it in.
The next day, we hit the Goondocks and I did my obligatory truffle-shuffle obeisance. I swear as we got in the car to move on, I was a little choked, and there was a tear in my eye. After all , I'll never be 8yrs old watching The Goonies for the first time ever again.
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Art in our hostel, City Hotel |
Pikes Place Market was our first stop, and we took a tour with Seattle Bites. Our excellent guide Kristin displayed such infectious friendliness and enthusiasm that we couldn't help but be swept along. The fact that it was backed up by serious knowledge about the history of the market, delivered to us as we grazed around the finest eateries on offer, made for a superb morning out. We stopped at an artisan creperie run by an immigrant Dominican family; a Goan had set up an Indian stall with the finest tikka masala; Ulli's Bierstube offered the best in German sausage (actually better than any I'd had in Germany...), and locals had perfected their soups at Pike Place Chowder: so good that they were banned from national competitions. The market is not only a great melting pot of cultures and cuisine, it is a real lesson in incubating start up businesses: it is here that Starbucks opened up its first hole in the wall coffee joint. And indeed any Starbucks in Seattle has a much more independent, organic feel than the carbon-copies shipped out for export. Like Guinness, it doesn't travel well but at its source you can see why it's such an institution.

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First ever Starbucks... |
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The creamery is owned by Nancy Nipples. No Joke... |

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Our final day was spent in Fremont, hipster central. Here the jeans are tight and the glasses big, and facial hair is the in-thing. Owning jeans that fit me, having a beard, and being a coffee nerd at all of the boutique artisan roasters in the area, I felt at home. Mhairi's Peruvian Llama jumper and Indian styled jewellery meant that together, we felt like we could rent a flat and run away to Fremont. The street art, the liberal culture, it all started to spoil us. It's not all of America, but it's certainly the nicer part that gets under-reported in the face of North Dakota style politics.
All in all, the US part of our trip had been really eye-opening. Little things make London living seem backwards - free wifi everywhere, free water every time you sit down, modern cheap public transport - the pure benefits of consumer society are easy to see. But the dispossessed also seem much more out in force - and those needing wheelchairs or crutches are often in poor relics from the 70s. Turning on the news channels, even in the blue states, is terrifying: and the continued drain on resources - lights on everywhere all the time, massive food waste from huge portions - is mystifying in the current global environment. With a better understanding of the incalculable riches of the American West, it is obvious that amazing things would happen. But with such a territory, could a post-Enlightenment state not have done better? Given equal rights for blacks and native Americans earlier? Or today have a more sound policy on immigration and income disparities? Used its resources more conscientiously from the start? Or today at least realise that SUVs are gas-guzzling waste buckets of cars? It's unfair to judge America though - it's too big, too complex. And generally the West Coast is on the right side, championing issues where it can. Most importantly though, it is a culture of hope - and given the cynicism of old Europe, it's perhaps the greatest lesson they have to teach us.
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Lenin stalks the streets of hipster Fremont |