West Coast Diary: The real Tombstone (Day 9)

Wild West time. We set off to Tombstone via Lost Dutchman, Florence (not as nice as the Italian one - this houses the state prison) and Tucson (this place is huge!). The landscape on this trip was very different to around Scottsdale, as we passed cactus fields then green desert before passing through hills.

The town of Tombstone is quite touristy - you see that as you get close. However at this time of the day (4pm) and this time of the year, it was not very busy at all. In fact, it seemed like a piece of tumble weed would blow across the street at any moment.

There is lots made up just for the tourists, with people dressed the part, shoot-outs and old fashioned bars, but you can imagine the films being shot here for the buildings were all typical wild west.

As most things were closing at this time, we wandered around the streets, Olga popped into a bar to use their facilities and came out with a frozen yoghurt. Still not sure how she did it.

So we headed off back home, feeling slightly disappointed that we hadn't gone tot he cactus museum instead. Getting stopped by border control meant that Martin (with no resident documents) had a bit of explaining to do, but luckily Jorge wasn't with us, so they let us pass.

Finally got home late and collapsed into bed. 200 miles each way took its toll on us.