Wednesday, 17 April 2019
Charleston, South Carolina, USA
Another scoot up the interstate through Georgia, which has far too many speed traps, to South Carolina. Much more temperate climate now. Gone is the sizzling heat of Florida.
Sign on petrol station door says, ‘In Honor [sic] and Reverence of Easter Sunday, we will not be selling beer or wine…on April 21st’.
Deary me.
Noticing a lot more churches about.
Waitress at lunch asks where I’m headed. Explain my trip. She’s interested in Antarctica and asks to see some photographs as she’s a Biology student.
She asks how I can afford this trip. Explain that I do work. To which she replies, “But I work too and I can’t afford to do that.”
Do I bother explaining the difference in pay between a teenage waitress and someone with 30 years’ experience in his chosen profession?
Arrive at the Grand Bohemian Hotel (https://www.kesslercollection.com/bohemian-charleston/), in the historic centre of Charleston. Nice. Very nice.
A colleague emails to tell me that I must walk into a bar and ask a woman for a shag.
Apparently, it’s a dance.
It tickled him no end when he visited. He kept asking women for a shag but was eventually sussed out by a local who had been to the UK and understood what he thought of as shagging.
He’s reading this now and giggling to himself.