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Published: June 22nd 2017
Geo: 50.3704, -4.14265
We got into Plymouth about 2:30. It was pouring rain by now. I quickly had the receptionist call a cab for me. The cab fare was £ 3.00. I got to the Plymouth Mayflower museum. I had hoped for a lot of information about the Mayflower, but the exhibition was mostly about the growth of Plymouth. They had one floor out of the three dedicated to the actual ship and passengers. Downstairs on the first floor was the gift shop and Plymouth Visitor Center. I bought a postcard and magnet and then headed out to look around in the shops (picked up two thank you cards for Dave and Dylan) and to find a place to eat. It was still raining hard, and after looking up and down streets at various pub restaurants that were opened, I ended up right across the street from where I had started. I was tired, and cold, and wet. The small compact umbrella only provides enough coverage for my head and shoulders. My back and arms were getting wet, and after stepping in all the puddles, my feet were beginning to get wet. The pub was a main hang out for military who
came in from the ships. Only one or two of them were inside. The place was quiet and warm. I ordered a plain hamburger with fries and a Coke. While waiting for my food, I chatted with a man who had visited the states and USC in LA while in the service. I ate my meal and then wrote out my appreciation to Dylan and Dave. I put $40 in Dave's card, but nothing in Dylan's since I had given him that book. I mentioned my appreciation for his hard work in organizing 32 individual and hoped he like the book I gave him. I expressed my thanks to Dave for being such a nice guy and for being real. I then asked the barkeep to call a taxi for me. While waiting for the cab, I tried to take a picture of the pub. The button had become worn out earlier in the trip, but now it wouldn't even turn on. I thought maybe it had gotten wet or the battery had died. It worked when I first popped the new battery in, but when after I turned it off with no problem, and then tried to turn it
back on, it took a couple of tries to get it on again. Hopefully, it will stay working until I get home. If it does die, I will then have to get a new one in London which would be more expensive than in America! The cab driver was Hungarian. He asked what was my nationality because he also had a sister named Malinda. Apparently it is a popular name in Hungary. I got dropped off down the street at the corner from the hotel at the round-about. The cab fare coming back was £ 4.60. (Different cab company.) I waved at a few people who were sitting near the bar in the lounge and headed back to my room to spend the rest of the day drying out and working online on my blog. Tonight is the farewell dinner. Those who were going left about 5:40 p.m. I ended up eating a pizza about 9 and then stayed up until about midnight reading.
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