As I expected Cheyenne was a cowboy town, which meant a lot to a young European like me, but also that the place was quite boring and my only option was to go shopping for the cowboy boots I was longing for since JP had showed me their gliding ability on Bourke Street, as well as a new pair of Levi’s jeans. 

Another night and another long “red-eye” ride inside the bus to Chicago. The overnight journey seemed that it took forever until the night turned into day and I reached first Lincoln, Nebraska, then Des Moines, where I took a short break before another overnight Trip to Chicago where I arrived on October 12.