North Carolina brought with it cool mountain air, incredible vistas and a conversation between a very southern policeman and mr Thomas Reid. What then were we to expect from the great state of Georgia? After a relatively uneventful trip into Atlanta, home of tooth decay, we found our hostel and decided to check out the botanical gardens as according to the map they were only a few blocks up and we could walk through piedmont park most of the way to get there. How wrong we were, the gardens looked amazing, but they cost $15 to look round, and we only found this out after traipsing about the park for 25 minutes. To commiserate we bought huge buckets of iced tea, which was also pretty horrible. We returned to our hostel, showered and called a cab to take us to a restaurant called fat matt's rib shack.
Fat Matt must be some kind of business Svengali because he has turned what is essentially a small aluminium box and 12 tables into a thriving BBQ and blues joint; food is cheap and tastes fantastic, music's played live by a band who look as though theyve been playing for hundreds of years and the restaurant was just built around them as an afterthought. After dinner we race over to virginia highlands looking for more blues music having now all decided that we are passionate blues aficionados. We find a great bar where a fat man in a captains hat joins the band onstage to sing an incredibly long and rambling song about the perfidy of women. Everyone agrees that all our problems started with Eve and have continued in the same vein ever since so we go home to bed.
In the morning we visit the CNN center (note the spelling) then see the aquarium and coke world. Highlights include crying children being terrified of the coca cola polar bear and Reid getting excited over every really big fish he sees and declaring this one to be his favorite. We also taste 64 coca cola products including a kind of non-alcoholic grappa. This world of taste sensations leaves the men bloated and nauseous and the women smug.
In other news, the iPad is so popular that as soon as someone finds a port big enough they will probably try and fuck it.
And I'm starting to get the hang of baseball...
P.s beater mark picture up this evening. Next boundary is $5 of ad revenue..
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