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Thanksgiving in the deep South. I thought I'd be stuck in my motel room watching re-runs of Friends Seinfeld and infomercials, and sure, I spent an hour desperately wanting to buy a new cooks knife if only I could find a US postal address to send them to. You see you don't just get the forged steel knife, scientifically proven to be extra knifey, you also get a set of steak knives, an orange peeler, a new kitchen, AND a cuddly toy all for the same great price of $39.99. I really was sorely tempted.
But I wasn't stuck in my motel room. So I got up, showered, and went for a walk. I'll tell you about all the many many great things Montgomery has to offer the 2 day tourist tomorrow, but as I found myself in the middle of a Thanksgiving parade - which I never knew existed as a thing - I'll focus on that. It was really good! The town turned out to watch mostly high school kids march their way through the main street and the kids were actually not that terrible! ...well some were a bit lacklustre, but most of them played, marched, danced and generally showed off like kids do. I found myself smiling at the whole spectacle and glad I caught it.
I'm staying in a proper My Name Is Earl motel in...... yep, the dodgy end of town. The new lock on the door, which has obviously recently replaced the previous 27 locks ripped from the doorframe, hides a little gem of a room. To be honest, I'll stay in worse. My neighbours seem to be very much in love and didn't mind shouting about it. It got to the point last night where I wasn't quite sure whether to call 911 or offer up a round of applause. Twice.
So my diet has become an absolute car crash since arriving. Not that I'm shocked by that, I expected it. Dining out on a modest budget means way too much fast food and if you walk in to a proper restaurant and don't end up with an order of wings in front of you, then you're really not getting into the spirit of things. Never mind, I've got Mexico and some lighter options to look forward to. ......although I've seen a lot of fat Mexicans about. Jesus, I really can't afford an American waistline, or American arteries. I'll just have to starve myself is all.
I have to say, these lovely ladies strutted all of the funky stuff they had and more. I admired their hutzpah enormously.
There isn't much you can't fry and pass off as an Alabamian delicacy.
These guys came right out of the top draw. Very good!
The motel management absolutely insist on clearing up the hypodermics from the parking lot every morning without fail. It's a matter of pride.
Thanksgiving in the deep South. I thought I'd be stuck in my motel room watching re-runs of Friends Seinfeld and infomercials, and sure, I spent an hour desperately wanting to buy a new cooks knife if only I could find a US postal address to send them to. You see you don't just get the forged steel knife, scientifically proven to be extra knifey, you also get a set of steak knives, an orange peeler, a new kitchen, AND a cuddly toy all for the same great price of $39.99. I really was sorely tempted.
But I wasn't stuck in my motel room. So I got up, showered, and went for a walk. I'll tell you about all the many many great things Montgomery has to offer the 2 day tourist tomorrow, but as I found myself in the middle of a Thanksgiving parade - which I never knew existed as a thing - I'll focus on that. It was really good! The town turned out to watch mostly high school kids march their way through the main street and the kids were actually not that terrible! ...well some were a bit lacklustre, but most of them played, marched, danced and generally showed off like kids do. I found myself smiling at the whole spectacle and glad I caught it.
I'm staying in a proper My Name Is Earl motel in...... yep, the dodgy end of town. The new lock on the door, which has obviously recently replaced the previous 27 locks ripped from the doorframe, hides a little gem of a room. To be honest, I'll stay in worse. My neighbours seem to be very much in love and didn't mind shouting about it. It got to the point last night where I wasn't quite sure whether to call 911 or offer up a round of applause. Twice.
So my diet has become an absolute car crash since arriving. Not that I'm shocked by that, I expected it. Dining out on a modest budget means way too much fast food and if you walk in to a proper restaurant and don't end up with an order of wings in front of you, then you're really not getting into the spirit of things. Never mind, I've got Mexico and some lighter options to look forward to. ......although I've seen a lot of fat Mexicans about. Jesus, I really can't afford an American waistline, or American arteries. I'll just have to starve myself is all.
I have to say, these lovely ladies strutted all of the funky stuff they had and more. I admired their hutzpah enormously.
There isn't much you can't fry and pass off as an Alabamian delicacy.
These guys came right out of the top draw. Very good!
The motel management absolutely insist on clearing up the hypodermics from the parking lot every morning without fail. It's a matter of pride.
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