30.06.2010 - 30.06.2010 33 °C
This morning and afternoon I returned to the beach, Folly Beach this time. Although there were no dolphins on this visit the sky was relatively cloudless. My decision to join the trip to the beach was relatively last minute. I was to later in the evening catch the train south to Savannah, and was wearing jeans. This was a major error on my part and I sweated out the first hour at the beach in relatively discomfort until I could bear it no longer and went to buy a cheap pair of shorts.
That afternoon I was dropped off at the hostel with enough time to have a shower before getting a taxi to Charleston train station. I told the taxi driver about my experiences coming in and he told me that most taxi are not fully compliant with Charleston cumbersome law and nor was he for that matter. For almost entirety of the journey the driver was anxiously looking about for police cars. You see I was a veteran at being caught in police stings so wasn’t too fussed.
The journey to Savannah was short and with fifteen minutes of arriving in the small colonial city, which lies eighteen miles from Georgia’s coastline I was at my accommodation – the top floor of an old mansion house. I dropped off my things and walked down to the river front to meet a group of people who I had met in Washington and were going to be in the area at the same time. Savannah is a relatively exceptional city in the United States for two reasons; drinking alcohol in the streets is legal and smoking inside is not illegal.
I wouldn’t say that Georgia is backwards, it just bucks the trend.