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to spill a cup of coffee onto the (fortunately unoccupied) seat next to me. I was sitting at the very front, and they didn't give me a tray... The Dentons were waiting, and on our way to the car we stopped to look through a window at the security control centre for the vast Sea-Tac airport. The far-flung arms of the place are all connected by a computerised underground railway, and everything is monitored by closed-circuit television. Presumably everything goes smoothly most of the time, because the two security staff were sitting back reading novels. the ground. Civilization at last! After blackberry cobbler for supper I retired to a spare bed which had been occupied by all sorts of famous people at various times. and proposed to go down to Eugene on the Wednesday, giving them a couple of days in Seattle with the use of John's cousin's car. On Monday they picked me up about midday and we went to Pikes Place Market. This was a real market, with butchers, greengrocers and delicatessans, and stallkeepers doing a bit of spruiking when trade slackened, It was in fact a fairly quiet day, so that you could actually move about the place quite easily. As well as the traditional market stalls there were people selling handcrafts of all kinds and weird little health-food and imported goods shops. We ate at the Soup and Salad Manufacturing Co., which appeared to be run along collective lines, and which served huge sandwiches made with decent bread. (All American sandwiches are huge, but most of them are definitely not made with decent bread), They had a folk-singer; it looked as though the numerous street musicians took turns at coming in for a while. After lunch we explored, until Carey had worked up enough appetite to have a frozen yoghurt (then unknown in Australia) and a freshly-made crumpet with strawberry jam. Nothing is mare fascinating than the sight of Carey Handfield nobly stuffing himself with food in the interests of tourism! on a gigantic ferry much bigger than the ones on Sydney Harbour. The view of Seattle was wonderful, and we had a great time watching the cars roll on and off. After disembarking we stopped at "The Legacy", a gallery of Indian arts and crafts – definitely not a tourist trap – where I bought a print. Looking back, I wish I had spent more on good-quality souvenirs, particularly regretting that I did not buy a piece of Eskimo sculpture, but at the time I didn't have much money (I was carrying my entire life savings around in $US travellers cheques) and anything I bought usually had to be justified as useful, or at least a gift for somebody else. one of Anna Jo's teacher colleagues. This was at a restaurant overlooking Puget Sound. The sunset was just too beautiful for words! The sky and the sea were turquoise and in the middle was a luminescent orange band silhouetting the mountains, and it lasted for ages... The dinner was excellent and they certainly didn't skimp on the food. Before dessert the waitresses came around and planked little plastic bags on the tables. Well, I knew aboutdoggy bags, but this was the first time they had been provided as a matter of course for everyone.
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