It is time to sort out the Immigration Service, so I have to head back to Minnesota and get the lawyers briefed. It is not what I want to do, but it has to be done. I shall try to be brave and grown-up, and face the problem, and not just avoid it by keeping going till I get to Canada.
This involves passing the two Glasgows in Iowa. I can't help feeling I could have planned this better. But I didn't.
I'm travelling the road I used leaving Iowa a few weeks back. I can't say I recognise it, since last time it seemed to be underwater.
I stop for a break at Hannibal MO, home of Mark Twain. I get to stroll down by the Mississippi, and look across at the beaches and islands, and imagine Tom and Huck running away from home on their raft. I reflect on the fact that I ran away from home on the Queen Mary 2, a far more civilised thing to do.
I decided to stay overnight at Cedar Rapids, since I hadn't been there before. When I get checked in, I come out later that night to find a brewery next door. And very good beer it was too.
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So I see that the tourist trap of Hannibal caught you! It was great to visit with you and travel for a brief moment on your quest. Still drinking the beer you left. Thank you.
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