Day 8-10 -> Jacksonville, FL – Beaufort, SC: To
Day 8-10 -> Jacksonville, FL – Beaufort, SC:
To digest the shock from the day before, we jumped on the bikes as quickly as possible and rode like two little devils. The more distance from this derelict, the better. Brunswick in Georgia is our destination for the day, which is a good 100km north. After half an hour the bell rang from behind. A flat tire. With all the rubbish lying around here, it’s no wonder. So I quickly sweated for 10 minutes on the side of the road and off we went. Less than 200m, we’re at a red light, when I hear a hissing sound. Another flat tire on your mistress? I don’t believe it – but whatever.
So everything again from the beginning. I now look like Klitschko after round 10. It’s dripping from every pore. My owner is obviously uncomfortable with this, but that’s life. We pedal further, the area becomes more rural and we are slowly approaching the Georgia border when we spot an abandoned motel on the right. A lost place. Of course we went there and took a look at it all. Highly interesting. What I kept asking myself afterwards: why aren’t there anyone interested in rebuilding it? Potential is always there. Shortly afterwards we are in Georgia – the roads are noticeably better and it rolls as if by itself. Soon the day’s goal was reached and we fell into bed exhausted. The next day – same game. Southern flair at its finest, old villas with wooden verandas lined the path to Richmond Hill. Day 3 of this stage summary was the same, only with the difference that we crossed the next national border and were now up to mischief in South Carolina.
