So its 2a.m. In a lovely days inn motel in charlotte, NC and i cant sleep to save my life.
Its been an interesting past few days visiting the great city of Atlanta. The 16 hour coach journey was a little less strenious as expected thanks to the AC being up on full and every tree on every exit looking the same but for 40 bucks i can't complain.
mark has continued to provide tip top entertainment, hey, about 6 hours ago in a friendly attempt to to say cheers bigears to our afro american cabbie something more along the lines of cheers nigga came out which was great. Not as great as confusing nelson mandela with robert mugarbi but i guess thats another story.
our first experience in atlanta was constant panhandling that was more frustrating than i am in bed after alot of beer, but thankfully it wasn't as disapointing. Our digs were pretty sweet and it had a nice vibe. We all felt dripping shit after sleeping on and off sitting down for 10 hours so try to do as minimal as possible. After a brief rejuvination Mark and I headed down to see the 10 for 10 tour. 10 bucks for Poison the well, bane, madball, terror, this is hell and countless other bands. The venue was a converted mill and absolutely incredible. The walls were dripping with underage girls but none that could hold a conversation past 'im only 8'. I kid... The locals were pretty cool but didnt really seem to know much outside the city. Hannah and Jamie joined us shortly after for an insane night and basically a private show from PTW.
the next day we got down with our touristic roots and headed for the olympic memorial, where little black kids ran around the fountains of water like their forefathers at a taste a freedom. After stopping by the CNN center and a peek in the Braves merch store we walked out with tickets for the next nights game. The night ended with my first illegal beverages courtesy of Mark alongside jamie on our hostel balcony.
the next day was pretty uneventful par mine and hannahs eclectic spaghetti bolognaise. We headed to the ball game through the most surreal part of town that was a little too 'fresh prince gone bad' for my liking. However the seats for the game were prime despite the price and i decided baseball is more boring than what id imagine a wedding to be like. I'll stick to watching pig guts getting kicked about. Still, the braves won so i guess ill support them.
following the game was more my suite, i went to a bar with some irish guys i had met prior, a scott called George and a yankee we coined Hank. We later found out it was a gay bar but it was the closest watering hole in a proximatey of not getting shot and i seemed to get more pats on the arse than requests for ID. Still we seaked solace in the outside area and i ended up very very drunk, for free.
next day i ran out of cheerios and felt like shit. I forced down a complimentary muffin and topped it off with a chilli burger. After a 40 minute walk to a place sposed to be the camden town equivallant of Atlanta we ended up at Little five points. It had a long way to go but i found myself watching a very proud country band with Mark singing about sunday beer in an afro american community fete day... Didnt actually feel too out of place yeah.
Mark and i proceeded westward to stone mountain. It was pretty impressive, hiked to the top and back (1600m above sea level... Is that meant to be good?) and had some crazy girls asking for pictures of us or just listening to our conversations about tea and crumpets... So we went to a tourist attraction and ended up a tourist attraction? Never the less the biggest laser show spectacular in the world was pretty impressive and taught me something about American History but i've forgotten that already...
So a perfect end to an amazing city then onward to charlotte, north carolina.... Only been here 8 hours but with a motel located downtown at the end of the main city street and after eating my first hooters (the resturaunt chain...) its looking pretty good already. Shame its 2.15 and i'm still not tired....
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