All I knew of Galveston was from the song by Glen Campbell
back in the 70s. It is a sea-side resort
on an island just south of Houston. The
ferry over from Bolivar peninsular to Galveston is free – courtesy of the Texas
Transportation Dept. We see dolphins
everywhere – not to mention motor bikes!
There are thousands of bikers – they estimate up to 400,000
people come here for the rally. The bikes
are terrific – mostly Harley Davidsons.
The
atmosphere is great; tattoos and black leather everywhere (and that’s just the
ladies!); live rock music all day. Few
wear helmets – just jeans, T-shirts and headscarves. These are not boy racers – they are just cruisin’, many with the ladies as
pillion. Three-wheeler motor-trikes are also common.
Whilst in Galveston we also visited the Ocean Star, an
off-shore drilling rig which has been turned into a museum about the oil industry. The oil industry must be one of the biggest
employers in this area. We had passed 'nodding donkeys' on the drive down and can see oil
rigs from the shore where we are camped.
On our drive home we came across six or seven racoons who were fairly tame and came up to us when we stopped and got out of the car.
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