It’s amazing how two words can terrify some people. In Andy’s case they’re (amongst others) “washing machine”. Andy has, it would appear, always left domestic tasks to his long suffering wife. So when it came to washing our tee shirts he was completely at a loss over what to do. And he didn’t even volunteer to observe!
After that little adventure we caught a water ferry over to Charleston old town. Frankly it would be difficult to find a more pretentious tourist spot. Yes the streets were quaint, the buildings old (for America) and there were numerous historic sites. But it was chock-a-block with art galleries, boutiques, perfumerys and fancy cafes. Basically it wasn’t us – but was an experience and is clearly a top tourist attraction in the USA given its history. We did however go to its museum (which was interesting) and to its slave museum (which was less so given that we knew most of the stuff it described).
Tomorrow we intend to go to Boone Hall – a working plantation, and then start heading back to Chicago via (in the first instance) Atlanta.
