“We landed at Queen ‘Alia International Airport. It was early evening (and Monday, I later figured out, rather than Sunday, like when we took off). We deplaned, passing signs in Arabic and English. A man awaited us with a sign reading ‘King’s Academy’. We gathered, and another man collected our passports. As I gave him mine, I told him that I would like him to get me a multiple-entry visa. ”

(Blogmeister’s note: Comforting words for his mom, I’m sure.)

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“We landed at Queen ‘Alia International Airport. It was early evening (and Monday, I later figured out, rather than Sunday, like when we took off). We deplaned, passing signs in Arabic and English. A man awaited us with a sign reading ‘King’s Academy’. We gathered, and another man collected our passports. As I gave him mine, I told him that I would like him to get me a multiple-entry visa. ”

(Blogmeister’s note: Comforting words for his mom, I’m sure.)

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This umpteen foot rig (from my side of the pumps I had trouble getting it all in one frame) pulled into the service plaza as I was leaving. If you can’t read it, the name of the boat with twin engine Mercs is “Moisture Missle.” One would assume the owner to be a brawny, hairy chested, gold-chained knuckle-dragger, but, no, he looked like me.

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Alrighty, then, surely accompanying him are his buds from the local Plough and Stars? Guess again

On my way to Evansvile, I stopped in Columbus (thanks for the directions, Dan) to see another one of Eric Grohe’s creations. Many more photos to follow, but none with audience participation.

1170 miles
17.5 hours
No meal stops
One hour in Columbus