This morning we went to the Boone Hall plantation. It was quite funny to see all the American tourists drooling over ‘antiques’ from 1750 to 1900. I observed to the guide that these items were considered relatively contemporary where I come from and he retorted about the British returning to Charleston – Mr Boone was English. The plantation was however a bit of a con. The house had been rebuilt a hundred years ago after the old one more or less fell apart and the land (which we toured) was greatly diminished and no traditional crops were grown there anymore. You even doubted the slave homes (see picture below) were original. But it had to be done. We then pedalled on into Georgia, through the suburbs of Augusta (bet the rich golfers don’t see the areas we did) and onto a small town called Washington where we’re staying the night. Haven’t decided where we’ll go tomorrow.
Had an interesting moment en route when we were desperate for something to eat and drink. After riding into the first small town we’d come across for miles we rode around till we found this cafe. On entering it was like somebody had just thrown some cooking utensils, fridges and one table into two undecorated rooms. However once in we were committed so ordered a burger and a chilli dog – they were cooked in front of us and we’re very nice (and cheap)
