Tuba City, a lazy day

Two days in one place are rare. We laze around, do some laundry, and go shopping quickly. Well, quickly. Four miles there, four miles back. The hotel folks say with conviction, 'You can't walk there, you have to drive.' But they say that here even for 100 meters.

We're already an attraction and get photographed along the way. No one here goes shopping with a banana box. Here, we could equip ourselves for our move to Berlin.

We're still the only non-Navajos everywhere, at the supermarket, at the gas station, only at the hotel are we among ourselves. Along the way, we see what the Navajo does in his meager spare time. A ten-year-old boy joyfully drives his mom with a homemade go-kart through the dust. Those are probably the modern horses.

On our place, there are two wonders. The grilled dinner, which is surely the smaller one, and a spectacular sunset. All the residents of the place stand around in awe and take pictures, and once again it's said: 'Ah' and 'Oh' and 'Awesome.'