Inman Park Bed and Breakfast
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Today is the last day of the Conference and our last full day in Atlanta. Drive to Orlando tomorrow to join the cruise on the 11th. I left the hotel early and caught the shuttle bus to the Martin Luther King Jnr Historic site. It included the Ebeneza Baptist Church that his father and he were ministers. The church was the centre of his civil rights work. His wife, after his assassination, took over and continued his amazing work for peace ...
... to the city. Time to go to the Coca Cola Museum! It was very enjoyable. Spent about 2 hours wandering around. All the old signs, bottles etc that I used to see when I was young.....maybe I need to be in the museum too! The history of how Coke was invented etc made for a very interesting couple of hours. There was a tasting room with all the different flavours of drinks made by the company from all over the ...
It all worked out fine, eventually picked up by a lovely local who thought we were German. I told him that we actually spoke the same language. He was astonished.
Spent ages undergoing motor home training and induction, and we've already forgotten most of it, then on our way north towards Chatanooga (choo ...
During my 8 hour layover in Atlanta, Georgia I decided to go see the Martin Luther King Jr. memorial. He was an amazing person that led the American civil rights movement and changed history for many people with non violence and I wanted to learn more about him rather than in a book or TV show. Seeing this in person is a very different and rewarding experience.
I found Atlanta to be primarily a very friendly and helpful southern black community and ...
... in slow beads from your forehead. Pin-drop silence engulfs the room and you sit, statue-still, on the edge of your seat, not blinking, staring at the screen, your mouth hanging just a little open.
And then the room explodes.
The guys sitting at the bar all jump out of their seats at the same time, screaming in joy. The old man at the corner table swears loudly and drowns his ...