Two beautiful days riding here firstly to Beaver Creek. Once there though, there was nothing at all to do except lounge around in my own little beautiful apartment whilst everyone else stayed in what looked like an old asbestos prefab shack! That was until BJ decided to fill his fuel tank with diesel and so the evening's entertainment switched to having a couple of cans of beer whilst watching him and Verner trying to fix his bike.
As for Fairbanks, well it's a medium sized town and pretty grim. Ended up in a nasty (nasty) local bar that on the outside looked like a down and out's refuge place. Here I met what are known here as 'First Nations' which is basically the name for Canadian Aboriginals/Maori types. And just like all most of those it seems that they recieve money from the goverment and other perks and with it just get drunk all day. Avoided having to get some stiches after a big bear of a 'FN' named Dennis was intent in starting a scrap with either me Grant, BJ, Tim or Dental. Fortunately though, rather than him calm down we just got nearer to his level and plenty of manly self chest punching, drinking and story listening followed. After all that though he still offered out me and Dental after we dropped him off in a cab. Nice place!
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