UMTravels

An early morning – that means an alarm clock.

9:45am train to Portland for a couple of hours of shopping at Powells and hanging with Joe’s friends, one of which I know.

Nothing like travelling in a sleeper car – with the attendant bringing us split after split of champagne.

And the famous Portland Chinatown restaurant… Hung Far Low – though I tend to remember the sign hanging mid-block, not on the corner.

Much fun, delayed trains, complaint letter coming (no wi-fi in either direction, bad parlour car service both ways, etc)… and now I’m exhausted.

And fat.

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