Getting sick in a foreign country is scary and we both appreciated travelling with a partner with some vague medical knowledge and a good 'game face' to keep the panic at bay.
Steve and Tony were an awesome pair of hosts who gave us our own room and the freedom to roam the house watching trash television and washing our disgusting, filthy, stinky, wretched (are you getting the point here?) laundry.
Our main ambition for Phoenix was to get some sporting action and that we did.
The first day saw us heading for a Baseball match between the San Francisco Giants and the Chicago White Sox. As we approached the ticket booth we couldn't believe our luck when a couple of sweet kids offered us their spare tickets to the game, leaving us with some dollars to spend on important things, like giant foam fingers.
Sticking with the sports theme we spent the next two days golfing and cycling.
We finally managed to get ourselves an In and Out Burger with our fries taken 'Animal Style.'
Cheesy, sloppy and so delicious. All of the recommendations we had from our American friends were true, In and Out Burger destroys McDonalds.
On our last night in Phoenix we finally caught a Suns basketball game, it was exhilarating as the game went to extra time and the audience went wild. We saw the Phoenix Suns win on home turf and celebrated with $1 Taco time, for all but Susie, who was still recovering from the after effects of Campylobacter.
We reluctantly left Phoenix and our disappointed boys, who were quite getting used to being cooked for and having a couple of chicks around.
Next destination... LA part deux.
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