I knew there had to be something fishy about the scuba diving and I was right, pardon the pun. I went over to the office for my change from the night before and to ask about diving and she said no problem, and it was actually only $1.07 now. Great I thought, walked out and then walked back in to ask and find, no, it didn’t include equipment! Bleh. I should have known. Hey ho. After that I had no desire to even go snorkeling since I knew it was going to be freezing so just saddled up and headed north. I stuck on the back roads as usual and I started to wonder about the wisdom of this. Sure you see more than you go on the Interstate, but you’re starting and stopping all the time and what is there really to see? Maybe I was just getting a bit bored. I found a fun radio station coming out of Miami which was mostly a Liberal Talk show and they liked to take the piss out of the stupid callers but that soon turned to static. I was back on the road alone again.

I reached Jackonville and the GPS route took me through some pretty poor black neighbourhoods and I got the jitters and put myself back on the interstate for a while. Does it make me a racist to fear car jacking in the middle of the day? Better safe than sorry I guess, and sadly most of those people I saw would never have the chance to be doing what I was. I was just making up the miles in the least efficient way possible. My hopes of finding people to come along were not working as well as I hoped, but then I had chosen the worst time to do such a trip. Summer would have been busier Im sure, but now all the students were back in school and the weather was getting chillier. It was really going to drop that night so I treated myself to a cheap hotel room outside of Savannah and dropped a mail to the guy that hosted Renae back when she was in town. Good job too, the temperature dropped to about 3 degrees over night and there was frost about in the morning.



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