Lake Havasu... MEEEEOW

D: As our time at the Grand Canyon ended, we were faced with a huge drive to Palm Springs. It was too much to do easily, so we broke it up into two days. The stop-off point was Lake Havasu. Home, fact-fans, to the original London Bridge. 

The story goes like this: many years ago, a businessman thought he was buying Tower bridge - the pretty one, instead he ended up with London bridge... made of concrete and stone. It's not 'ugly' per se, but it's nothing to write home about (oh, the irony). We got a few pictures at 'Londontown' (or whatever it was called) and moved on.


What needs to be mentioned is the heat. There was lots of it. It was everywhere. You couldn't escape it... Even though it was night-time, it was still in the '80Fs - too hot to go out, too hot to do anything except knock back a few beers in a bar.


Which is exactly what we did. At Mc-Irish-bar (the name escapes us both). It was a 30 second stagger from the hotel.

We met an Irish guy called John that'd settled in Havasu after travelling the world as an engineer for the RAF. He also helped repurpose the Back To The Future ride at Universal Studios (more to come). It became The Simpsons 'coaster'.




Oh, and then there was the catfight...




Wassat? More details?


Actually, that's tricky for me - my back was turned to them both... over to Lindsey for the blow-by-blow account...


L. The funniest thing for me about this fight is that one minute they were all over each other - "you're my favourite daughter-in-law ever... blah blah blah... They were a family of four, two sisters, about 50-ish, one son - about 25 and his wife - a very pretty and sassy 20-something. 


They were steaming drunk when they arrived - about 6pm on a Sunday. They were having a good, loud time for a while but then the sister said something to the daughter in law and they started punching it out and the girl shoved the older lady, she went down, backwards and hit her head. She was out. The mother/sister noticed a few seconds after and went for the daughter - it was Catfight central. The mother was screaming "I'm going to fcuk you up real bad you *%*:^ bitch!! 


There was hair pulling and clothes ripping, it was ugly, yet engrossing... like a car crash.


Cue the bartender running out to break it up, all the while the poor woman was out cold on the floor. 911 was called. Two police officers arrived, accompanied by two paramedics and two fire officers - I don't know why it needed six people, but it was mad. The ambulance was also the fire truck. Odd, eh?


After it had been cleared away we were about the only people left in the bar. The bartender told the manager she had to buy us a pitcher of beer to make up for it. We told them it was no problem, we weren't offended and besides it was better than TV and less dangerous than Turnpike Lane days - people who remember them!!


But, we got free beers so we stayed and became at home there.