Dakoting, Part 1: Rapid City
Rapid City, South Dakota!
does that name make you as excited as if you had just stepped in a pile of what seems like dog crap that turns out to be a pile of fluffy kittens instead? Did that sentence make any sense?
Maybe not as exciting as you might think. But, this was our first stop along our Badlands trip, so there's going to be some pictures, whether you like or not. So, shut up and enjoy.
We stayed at the hotel Alex Johnson, which pretty much fits in with the South Dakota theme of having tons of Native American stuff everywhere. You're practically tripping over dream catchers and head dresses and crap around here.
does that name make you as excited as if you had just stepped in a pile of what seems like dog crap that turns out to be a pile of fluffy kittens instead? Did that sentence make any sense?
Maybe not as exciting as you might think. But, this was our first stop along our Badlands trip, so there's going to be some pictures, whether you like or not. So, shut up and enjoy.
We stayed at the hotel Alex Johnson, which pretty much fits in with the South Dakota theme of having tons of Native American stuff everywhere. You're practically tripping over dream catchers and head dresses and crap around here.
Okay, those do look like swastikas on the hotel chandelier in the lobby. Apparently it's some kind of Sioux thing representing the four corners of blah blah blah. Or, maybe that's just what they want you to believe.
Outside the hotel, the alleyway is completely tagged with graffiti. Made us nostalgic for Melbourne.
The posters on the dumpsters read "the black hills are not for sale". Which is ironic, because I kinda think they are for sale.
tagging up the sewer pipes, because fuck the man and his wastewater management, am I right?
and the obligatory graffiti poem.
Next up: Badlands National Park
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