It was all lovely and quaint - once we'd arrived. Before we managed to get to our Quality Inn (which surprisingly turned out to be fairly decent), we first had to contend with incompetent baggage handlers at the train station. And by we, I mean me. Lucy and I had been forced to check in our suitcases at the Orlando train station, which meant that we were supposed to get them back when we arrived in Savannah. Unfortunately, someone forgot to unload my case, which then led to a car chase (me in the passenger seat of a baggage handler buggy) and a last minute dumping of my case on the platform from a moving train.
Exciting times. I felt like Indiana Jones.
We got to the hostel and admired the Quality, then set out to the diner next door for a typically American dining experience. The menu seemed to be written in a different language, and included such things as (free!) grits, savoury biscuits, chilli (under the soup option; the other soup option was 'soup'), coke floats, etc. After much confusion, I daringly decided on a philly steak omelette with complimentary grits (which turned out to be slimy white stuff) and pankakes. Lucy got a chicken strip dinner, and Matt got a steak sandwich. Boring.
I regretted my choice.
But it was very cheap.
This morning we caught a bus into downtown Savannah and took a street car tour of the town's many historic sites, which included the deathplace of the US founder of the Girl Guides, a Civil War battle site, the First African Baptist Church, and twenty-two pretty little garden squares - including the one where Forrest Gump talked about boxes of chocolates. It's an incredibly picturesque place. And it's worth coming purely for the sweet shop. Mmm.
Lucy and I visited the local mall this afternoon. I failed to find shoes that fit. The highlight was eating a cinnamon sugar pretzel: awesome. I am now very fat. And happy.
We got to the hostel and admired the Quality, then set out to the diner next door for a typically American dining experience. The menu seemed to be written in a different language, and included such things as (free!) grits, savoury biscuits, chilli (under the soup option; the other soup option was 'soup'), coke floats, etc. After much confusion, I daringly decided on a philly steak omelette with complimentary grits (which turned out to be slimy white stuff) and pankakes. Lucy got a chicken strip dinner, and Matt got a steak sandwich. Boring.
I regretted my choice.
But it was very cheap.
This morning we caught a bus into downtown Savannah and took a street car tour of the town's many historic sites, which included the deathplace of the US founder of the Girl Guides, a Civil War battle site, the First African Baptist Church, and twenty-two pretty little garden squares - including the one where Forrest Gump talked about boxes of chocolates. It's an incredibly picturesque place. And it's worth coming purely for the sweet shop. Mmm.
Lucy and I visited the local mall this afternoon. I failed to find shoes that fit. The highlight was eating a cinnamon sugar pretzel: awesome. I am now very fat. And happy.
you're choice of food looks like a sponge. hope you're having a blast!
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