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There's Whiskey Pete's Casino and Hotel on the other side of the freeway, where I'll spend this last night; trip over! Back on the pavement of Primm, Nevada, where I started two weeks agoThumbnailsTomorrow morning, an Amtrak bus will deliver me to the train in Bakersfield, which passes through fields of roses in WascoBack on the pavement of Primm, Nevada, where I started two weeks agoThumbnailsTomorrow morning, an Amtrak bus will deliver me to the train in Bakersfield, which passes through fields of roses in WascoBack on the pavement of Primm, Nevada, where I started two weeks agoThumbnailsTomorrow morning, an Amtrak bus will deliver me to the train in Bakersfield, which passes through fields of roses in WascoBack on the pavement of Primm, Nevada, where I started two weeks agoThumbnailsTomorrow morning, an Amtrak bus will deliver me to the train in Bakersfield, which passes through fields of roses in WascoBack on the pavement of Primm, Nevada, where I started two weeks agoThumbnailsTomorrow morning, an Amtrak bus will deliver me to the train in Bakersfield, which passes through fields of roses in Wasco

A charming gal checks me in for my hotel room. I exude the heavy scent of desert plants mixed with body odour, after 10 days without a shower. She wonders if someone nearby is wearing some kind of interesting herbal perfume. Maybe I don't smell quite as bad as I think I do, or maybe she's just trying to be nice.

Tomorrow morning, an Amtrak bus will pick me up here and take me to the San Joaquin train in Bakersfield.