If you have been following our story, you probably guessed what happened to me next. After eating some shady tamales that a random dude was selling at bars I developed a colossal case of dysentery. I was miserable. There was some debate as to whether it was the beers or the tamales that caused my condition, but I will never believe that beer would harm me, so it had to be the tamales.
As luck would have it, this was the day that we were going to walk around downtown all day on Michigan avenue and sightsee/shop. Whee! After a sweltering and extraordinarily bumpy cab ride we arrived at the Hancock center. Pretty sweet building. I hoped it had nice toilets...
And another sweet view.
We (wisely) went to bed early that night and were on the road the next day by 9:30am. At about 11, we stopped for lunch at the "world famous" old route 66 family restaurant in Dwight, Illinois.
On the road through Illinois we actually saw a cornfield farmhouse! That was a treat compared to the drive going the other direction...
Scam, but what the hell? When we got inside the teepee store we realized that the couple running the joint were REALLY stoned. We could easily smell the weed on them. They wouldn't let me take pictures inside, but it was impressive. Lots of crap you see at trucks stops. And there were no prices on anything-you just had to ask and it was clear that they would just make up a price on the spot. We were not surprised, but we still felt duped.
It was a fitting end to our journey, since we didn't get Chicago to bring back headbands (yet).