My seats went in the skip and I went on my way with the weather definitely back to the Florida standard, but not for long as after 100 miles driving to the west I turned back to the North West and back up into Georgia. It was 28 degrees again for quite a while but the temperature soon started dropping and then the rain started in earnest for most of the afternoon. I listened to the car advice show on NPR and heard about some guy who couldn’t get his wheel off who ended up blasting the thing from a foot away and ended up going to hospital as a result. Dumb yanks :p It wasn’t the only retarded thing I heard that day since there was also a story about a Mexican who rescued a 9 year old child in the forest fires currently devastating California at the moment and earned a deportation as a result. Kind of proves what a freakin crazy country Im traveling through at the moment.

I didn’t see much of interest on my way, quite a few abandoned places, towns with everything boarded up and no shops, it was too wet to get out and take photos. I passed by a ‘Telephone Musuem’ sometime in the afternoon but it was closed (and Im not really into phones…). I turned to the North-East and started looking for somewhere to have a bite to eat. In a town called Peach Valley my GPS tried to get me something tasty at Rons on Main and the Railroad Café but it seemed they had both long since closed. I struggled on west reaching another Interstate and turning up to Columbus, on the Alabama border around 8pm. I decided to eat at a place called Ruby Tuesdays who had a salad bar. This was a mistake and on the second trip back now saw that the place wasn’t the freshest place I had ever eaten in. You would think they would remove the occasional item that you could see was slowly rotting in the bowl. Urgh. My first and last time there. I drove over the bridge and started south through Alabama finding a rest place after a while with a guard that was more interested in his book than me sleeping in the car park.



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