Sunday, July 29, 2007
Intoxicated indigenous men roam the streets of Anchorage! I now know where the stereotype drunk indian came from. What a mess!
I'm killing time in the Anchorage Airport. Thank god for electrical plugs and free wi-fi. The entire airport smells of raw salmon. Every other guy checking in has a few styro-foam cooler full of dead salmon. I think its still cheaper to make a run to Costco for Alaskan Salmon then flying up here, purchasing a liscense, hiring a guide and boat, then shipping it home. Al Gore would shiver just thinking about the size of the carbon footprint of the average vacationing fisherman to Alaska.
I will be home Monday at 12:30pm. Anyone want to pick me up? I'm in desperate need of Barbque pork and sweet tea!