Bridgeport to Vegas via Death Valley

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So we end up having to stop in this proper one-horse town called Bridgeport. It's a stop off point for truckers mainly, and we found a bar with good food and kind folks to whom Sofie and I appeared like aliens from another planet. We liked stopping at these kind of towns. You take the open highway for miles and miles, bordered either side by vast mountainscapes, then meet people in these little spots who have been pounding tarmac and moving goods from north to south of the mid/west their whole lives. Conversations were like this - Where guys from ? Denmark!! Jeez....what tha HELL y'all doin out here in BRIDGEPORT!!? And then telling them we had 5 weeks to cruise around the States was already shocking, as they never have time off.....we were careful who we told that we had in fact months more of travelling to do.

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