Breakfast at a formerly great motel, Bozeman hang, thrifting, buying pre-rolled ones, coffee shop, I decide to move, confused subway lunch(es), visiting Missoula, disappointing Spokane, the last room in the motel [Sat 1]

 As I wrote in the journal post for the previous day, the motel we stayed overnight was a strange one. It was a cheap motel, as was usual for us, but it had those grand rooms, a fireplace, stone masonry and a really pricey vibe, one of a bygone era when it was once great. Clearly it must have been a lodge of some popularity, and had hosted a sports bar to go along, a throbbing heart of the community. The years and changing tastes had been unkind to the place and the owners must have decided it was no longer viable, when a group of Indian entrepreneurs bought it and turned it into a cheap motel with great building. We had a very filling breakfast there.

Thereon we drove to Bozeman. After missing the highway on-ramp for the third time we decided to take city streets to the town and that was a great choice as we got to see and feel the vibe of suburban and semi-urban Bozeman. So so very pleasant. And also unaffordable despite being literally in the middle of the country, but that's by-the-by.

We walked a couple of times in Bozeman's main street. Went to the thrift store there to see what the place was about. I bought an expensive pre-rolled joint and a lighter in one of the dispensaries. A got coffee and we got talking about race in America at one of those adorable coffee shops for a long time. Bozeman is apparently one of America's least diverse urban areas, specially interesting because cities are almost always more diverse than the states they're in, but it was not the case for this town. I liked the town so much that I decided to move to Bozeman. Or Montana. Or go to grad school anyway. Some sort of further education regardless, alright please don't bug me.

We stopped after a bit at a subway where A got his lunch, I wasn't feeling hungry yet so that was a skip for me.

Two hours later and I was hungry as hell, so got an online order for two (!!) footlongs. Unfortunately because of a system error they hadn't constructed the sandwich yet, which was a downer, but I finally got my meal, and ate it. The second footlong turned out to be A's dinner. This was in Missoula and we visited the local university's yards, and chilled.

From Missoula we drove up to Spokane, where we filled up on gas, and were rather disappointed by the whole vibe of the town. We kept on with our drive, ending up at some motel where we got the last room available by a nick of time. Had we missed that one we woulda driven another hour or so past midnight.

I ate a lot of watermelon before bed.