My plan to travel through the night and get a full day in Portland, OR backfired when our bus broke down. More about that at a later date.
By the time I made it to Portland, I only had a few hours to see as much as possible. So what did I do? I jumped on a bright pink trolley of course. Apologies for some of these photos being a bit blurry and wonky (a word I taught to some Americans on Sunday), it was a whistlestop 90 minute tour and the trolley driver really put his foot down. He almost left one old man behind because he couldn’t run along the side of the vehicle and jump on. We weren’t stopping!
Off to Seattle in the morning, keep your fingers crossed for me that the bus doesn’t break down again. Otherwise, this could end up being a blog about Greyhound stations and rest stops around the USA 🙂