Okay, perhaps I’m being slightly stereotypical here. I am aware that the USA isn’t just one long strip of straight road, after dessert, after beach after gas stations and MacDonalds. Anyway, compared to what one might think of the USA, Savannah is perhaps the opposite. Instead is it something out of a fairytale .
Savannah established in 1733, the oldest city in the Southern state of Georgia is a patchwork of 22 quant squares coated with Spanish Moss and an array of iron statues. Along with romantic, Victorian buildings, cobbled streets, Savannah also hosts beautiful parks left hazy ( all be it full of mosquitos) in the summer months.
The historic district once established by it’s founder James Oglethorp is now a bustling part of Downtown Savannah and a hub for tourist activity .
My experience in Savannah is what you may call brief, but nevertheless I do feel I can write a somewhat justified account of both what I did and perhaps throw some inspiration towards anyone who does indeed read this.
Upon arriving we went straight to Forsyth Park for obligatory group photograph- I looked like death so wasn’t overly keen. After photos we went on a little tour around. Savannah is beautiful and in a way reminded me of Greenwich Village, NYC. After our tours the majority of us headed to Mrs Wilkes. .. And as they put it.
‘A line gathers each morning at 107 West Jones Street. At 11 o’clock, the doors of 107 open and the lunch crowd finds seats at one of the large tables-for-ten shared by strangers. Tabletops are crowded with platters of fried chicken and cornbread dressing, sweet potato souffle, black-eyed peas, okra gumbo, corn muffins and biscuits. The menu changes daily so regulars can have something different every day. Stop by and enjoy the special pleasure of a meal shared with neighbors and strangers.’
Needless to say it was heavenly. After a complete stuffing we headed back to the hotel for a bit of a rest before the evenings entertainment.
The evenings consisted of ‘Contiki Braden’s first ever annual Wiffle Ball and Picnic’ – heavily alcohol fuelled picnic. the picnic was back in the park. Quite a day of walking hey!
I was still overly stuffed from lunch but the whole evening was so enjoyable. Apart from one thing. GNATS.. MIDGES or whatever you want to bloody call them. After feeling overly itchy, especially as the sun went down it was time to freshen up before visiting a few bars
We arrived back at the hotel to find that Jarryd and Blair had caught up with us after losing them in Florida and after a brief reunion we headed back out just across the road to a bar for some karaoke and bebidas. Stayed for few hours and even gave ‘livin on a Prayer’ a go with Tia.
We thought we would go elsewhere but nowhere else was up to much and after seeing that Five Guys was closed we went to bed.
There you go. You may realise here that after I started here, I kind of ran out of things to say that I could really say with confidence. Needless to say, it gave me an opportunity to once again share my story and my photos
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