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Published: August 2nd 2014
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Sunday morning.... Was not the most productive morning of my life. But my lack of productivity was more due to sleep deprivation than liver poisoning.
Once showered and as awake as was possible I met Joey's roommate and we then proceeded to watch several Super Bowl half time shows, talk about how awesome Nashville is and we even had a quick listen to a very cool record player. All in all, good times, not so much authentic Charleston.
It was after midday when I finally ventured into the hottest day of the year so far, and I drove the 10 minutes down town then drove another 15 minutes around in circles because my sat nav wasn't quite sure what was going on! Eventually I found where I was staying, an old house which seemed to be pretty authentic externally and inside was, it seemed, as close to authentic as the owners could find locally. All old furniture but I don't think any was old enough furniture. I had a four poster bed and very large fireplace in my room. I was also exceptionally grateful for the ridiculously low temperatures which my air conditioning went to.
Once checked in, tourist bag packed and sensible shoes on I set out to wander the streets of Charleston. The sun was, by this point, low enough in the sky for everything to be beautifully lit. I was strolling half a block, then I'd see something else which I HAD to take a picture of. At one point an exceptionally drunk man staggered towards me, stopped right in front if me and said "taking pictures are ya?" So I said "yep" and the drunk guys said, "ok, good." Then he carried on his staggering!
Soon (or not so soon as it turned out) I'd walked about 3 miles. I only stopped because I'd got to the bottom of the island that Charleston sits on. Just as I'd got as far away as I could be, I got a text from joey saying he would pick me up in about 45 minutes for dinner. According to the hotel lady it was 110 degrees outside and I power walked the 3 miles back to my hotel in record breaking time.
My fitbit was over the moon with my efforts and sent me multiple
emails telling me how awesome I was... That was must appreciated as I tried to rehydrate, shower and look less like something which crawled out of the swamp.
When I met Joey, he asked me what I thought to the texts he sent me earlier... I said "ummm fine??" It turns out he'd spent part of the afternoon learning northern dialect words, such as scran, nowt, brew, skriking and even ginnel! He used them in texts to me and I didn't even notice!! When he tried to actually say them, then I noticed!!
Joey had an early start, Jeremy was busy watching his favourite TV show and Nate... Well who knows, but I wasn't quite ready to head back home just yet, so despite my lack of company, I did a little more strolling, had a little night cap and then took myself off to sleep on the worlds highest bed!
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