In Seattle, when we weren't being woken from our slumber by drunken shouting, or dodging the driving rain, we were stuffing our already over-stuffed faces.
Pike Market was our first stop of the trip, a multi-floored rabbit warren of delight selling food, flowers, crafts, food, books, shoes, food, clothes, antiques, food, toys, jewellery and food. It contained busy thoroughfares of delighted shoppers stopping to watch men throw fish around (it's odd what delights some people), rickety ramps to even more levels of shops which ordinarily would have no business hanging around with each other, and a happy hubbub of contented locals and tourists alike. In about ten minutes (the first of the several hours we were to spend there) this market had overtaken Borough Market in London for the top spot of my favourite food buying haunts. With so much to see and try, it would have been rude not to. I had my first Reuben sandwich and I suspect it won't be my last; we had the best sausage we have had since moving to the States ( and no, that isn't much of a claim I admit, perhaps I should say only sausage) and sampled eight of the locally brewed beers. I'm sticking with San Francisco's Anchor Steam, but it pays to shop around.
We also had amazing tapas for dinner one night, and in honour of St Patrick's Day, I ate a local cheese and Guinness rarebit with scrambled eggs for breakfast on Saturday. Yes, for breakfast. Aren't I the gluttonous lush? Actually, I take it all back, I LOVE holidays.
Look - it's a mountain ( and also an active volcano)
The outside of the Sci Fi Museum with the start of the monorail track which goes through it. We also rode the Monorail like any self respecting tourist should, paid our $2 and exited about a minute later having gone a mile. Still, at least it was dry.
We were pretty tired and wet by this point and desperate to record anything on our new camera. This is one of the better results, but all in all, we have a pretty bad set of photos to add insult to injury. 
