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             Thursday 21 March 
             Missoula 
            Ohmegod! What a ball breaking, white knuckled ride that was! We 
              traversed through some of the worst weather the North Dakota and 
              Montana States could throw at us. Chris and Tim drove on through 
              the graveyard shift (as Steve had been driving all day)  Gawd 
              blessem! Zero visibility with black-ice on the roads. Swirling 
              snow obscured the white lines, so much so that the lanes just kept 
              disappearing from view. This was doubly scary when the right hand 
              side of the road turned into a sheer drop as we entered the Rocky 
              Mountains. By this time, I was so tired that I curled up in the 
              back of the van and dreamt of sunnier climes.  
            I was rudely awoken at around 6.00am by Anthony, who wanted to 
              point out the amazing landscape now surrounding us. Despite the 
              stunning spectacle, I could care less and returned to my dream  
              sipping ice cold Margaritas on a beach in Hawaii, served by local 
              lovelies in grass skirts!! 
             Arrived in Missoula at around 7.00am. Managed to check into the 
              Hotel 6 and then collapsed with the rest of my comrades 
              for some much needed shut-eye. 
             4 hours, and as many coffees each later, we were fighting fit 
              (ish!) and ready to take on the Missoula nightlife! A beautiful 
              college town situated in the Rocky Mountains. I think it was originally 
              an Indian reserve that had expanded into one of the only towns between 
              Minneapolis and Seattle.  
            Checked out Jays, the venue for tonights performance. 
              Interesting clientele, to say the least. After a bite to eat we 
              waited inside the van, (trying to stay warm in the sub-zero temperatures) 
              for the 7.00pm load in. The back entrance of the venue was very 
              much like the Wacky Goldmine Ride in Barry Island. Water 
              had leaked on to the floor and frozen into a treacherous sheet of 
              ice. A law-suite waiting to happen! 
             The venues promoter, Colin, was a really cool guy who insisted 
              on plying us with free shots followed by beer chasers, every 5 minutes! 
              The room soon filled up with some colourful characters  great 
              atmosphere. We followed the first band  local lads who had 
              a penchant for playing a frantic set with each individual member 
              playing different songs at once! 
             Our show was full of energy. The audience seemed to enjoy themselves 
              and Chris made friends with a young Botanist who was studying locally! 
             After another hilarious trip down the Wacky Goldmine, we headed 
              back to the hotel, stopping en-route at a garage for some 1 dollar 
              hotdogs, served by a miserable Mick Fleetwood lookalike! 
            Simon 
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