Sleep Inn Charleston
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... as nice as Boston's Clam Chowder but still tasty. We walked to the harbour to watch some Dolphins go past which was really good. Then we walked around a market which had air con thank god, saw some amazing houses, it was like being in the old days, horse and carriage going past. The willows trees lining the streets and the houses were all worth a million pounds at least. We went into a liquor store to get some change for the parking and the man happened to be ...
... so nice yesterday I decided to have a bit of badness as well the goodness for my lunch. Those fries are truly amazing. We caught up with the Dutch couple we’d met yesterday, as well as the formerly Scottish couple from Toronto from last night. Walter laughingly said to me that he couldn’t find where they were serving the deep fried Mars Bar – an in joke if you’re Scottish and know that this is a ...
... Then a tour of the house, built three times on the same site, last in about 1870, and NOT the setting for "Tara". Not enough time to look at the prize-winning gardens. So much history and we certainly now know more about the war and about slavery.
Back to camp, via a Verizon shop to buy an Internet Dongle. Now we really are "switched on". Numerous inquisitive visitors called ...
A day of walking, biking, beaching and swimming, along with birthday celebrations quickly flew by. Tony, Jes and Kate ventured out on a bike tour in the morning returning with a few purchased items from the grocery, drug and sunglass shops. They assured us that their bones would be aching in the morning from maneuvering the older, not maintained bikes found in the garage. They certainly got their exercise.
A long walk on ...
... parking fees. Since we were early, we walked through the nearby undercover markets, which were originally farmer's markets but seemed to be more tourist oriented now.
We met our guide Ann on the steps of the customs house, and there were eight of us in our tour group (we were the only Aussies again). We almost thought she wasn't coming as she was a few minutes late. But she had the look of a working mother who juggled family and career at the same time.