River Boat.
A trying journey by bus to Fairbanks due to a party of obnoxious Americans, of the middle class show off variety. One of whom insisted on having his seat reclined thus squashing Nicola who was seated behind. This was the first time on the trip that we encountered truly tiresome people. On the whole we had met with interesting people from a vast area of backgrounds.
We were debussed at a 'riverboat discovery' experience. For the first time on this trip I felt we had entered a true tourist gouging event. A large shed housed a basic food hall, which we were expected to buy our lunch in, the rest of the place being filled with tourist tat made in China.
Like cattle we were loaded onto the paddle boat (with bow thrusters) and sailed down the river to a series of staged 'experiences' A bush plane taking off and landing, a sled dog training place and a mock up off a native fish camp. Of these only the last was worth seeing.
We finally got into our hotel in Fairfax, and headed into town in search of food. We found Soapy Smiths Bar and Diner. Being one of the few places to eat it was busy and the servers were run off their feet. Our server, a tall thin gay 40 something, had decided the way to cope with the evening was to ensure he was chemically enhanced, and as well as serving food and drink he dolled out weed to a very surprised retired couple in the corner. He was best antidote to a tiresome day.
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