7th May - "Shall we help them here?"....."No"

Worst day ever.

Leathering it down. Professional rain, the heaviest ever. Made getting a cab very taxing. Got one – slowest driver of all time. Missed the plane.
Then Delta airlines staff went head-to-head with Footlocker’s for being the most unhelpful, ‘street’, put-out-by-simple-tasks buggers ever. They were actively unhelpful in getting us on the next flight (which was mercifully two hours later) and there were legions of pissed off people at their gate. If you would ever like to see a vein in my head bulge just say the passphrase ‘Delta check-in staff’.
We got to Seattle later than scheduled which was probably for the best as we now had to learn how to drive in America. We got in our car (a natty little 4x4) at 2 in the morning having been in the air for seven hours and headed for downtown Seattle. We were being understandably cautious and to be fair only drove the wrong way down a major road once.
We got to Travelodge at 3am and as soon as we got out of the car were faced by a six foot tall lady of the night and someone trying to pick her up. This was the appropriately titled John Street. This was Seattle. This was Travelodge. But more importantly this was Jesse….