June 15th, Houston -> San Antonio

June 15th, Houston -> San Antonio, 200 miles.

I already posted the photo link for San Antonio but here it is again anyway :)

We arrived in San Antonio around one, which gave us plenty of time to sample the cities various delights. The heart of San Antonio is a series of renovated flood control canals collectively named 'Riverwalk' and they languidly snake their way around the underbelly of the city about 15ft below street level. The canals are clean, lined with lots of green fauna and punctuated with the occasional boat and bridge. They make for a very pleasant route to navigate the city. The nightlife also centers around here, most of the route being lined with bars and restraunts whose tables spill out onto the walkways up to the banks of the canals.

We started the afternoon ambling the length of the pretty darn gorgeous Riverwalk. We stuffed ourselves with the usual mountainous portions of food at one of the many Mexican places. The mexican food here is sumptious, definitely the best mexican if ever had. We then waddled downtown for a look around and a visit of the remains of the Alamo fort. There's not much to see at the Alamo and the oppressive 100f heat was starting to get to us, so we headed back to the Motel to recover and prepare for the evenings festivities. Apart from the heat I can understand why everyone in this area drives; air conditioning. Walking in this heat and humidity is really sapping.

The evenings festivities started of at Mad Dogs a 'British theme pub', we selected it for its lack of cover charge and cute staff in belt length tartan kilts with knee high Dr Martens. However the bizaro combination of cabaret, karaoke, and mid forties crowd soon had us on our way for a funkier venue. Forfeiting five dollars we entered 'Club Rive' and followed the sound of some funky R&B tunes towards the bar and dance floor. The music was good, the room was dark, the bar was long and on top of it unexpectedly had three incredibly nubile lassies girls grinding away on poles. Hmmm. A quick round of two large smooth tequilas with Coronas started us off and the club was starting to fill up. The dancing crowd was mostly made up from black dancers who were shaking booty with intimidating proficiency. This and a lack of suitable candidates made for a dance-free night for myself and Keith and, apart from a quick spurt at the end, Josh. Instead we mostly settled for sampling Mexican liquor and nubile dancers before heading on about half one.

In a bizarre footnote we bumped into a lassie, Heather, on the way out who was a regular visitor to Scotland in her youth for Clan reunions. She promptly and very competently demonstrated a highland dance and a sword dance and from there we all got chatting. I wonder what the odds of meeting a highland dancer were? :)

Anyway tomorrow we've got a bitch ass drive of 8 hours to Carlsbad or 10 hours to Roswell if we press on. See y'all there! Er, metaphorically.