We only had a fleeting visit in both Macon and Savannah. After our trip to the Whistle Stop Cafe, we carried on to Macon (pronounced like bacon), which is where our hotel was for the night. I have to admit that there didn’t seem to be much happening in Macon. In their defence, it was Sunday evening, but it was literally a ghost town. So we snuggled up in bed and watched Snow White and the Huntsman instead. (I really don’t know how Kristen Stewart gets cast in movies).
The next morning before leaving for Savannah we stopped in at Finchers Bar-B-Q in Macon. I’m so very glad we did. Everyone there was so incredibly lovely (as most people have been on this trip). I ordered a grilled cheese sandwich as I’m getting a bit sick of BBQ now and we chatted with the owner for a little while. Then some more members of his family popped in and we chatted to them. We were in there for ages! Nick had a pig special (chopped pork with coleslaw in a toasted sandwich) and brunswick stew which were both very nice. Then we shared a peach cobbler and a blackberry cobbler which were delicious.
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Then we got on the road to Savannah. The IN16 is a pretty dreadful road, very bumpy and uncomfortable for a highway, but it’s saved by the glorious landscape around it. There are also beautiful pink flowers along the central reservation.
Savannah itself is very pretty. Lots of really old buildings and loads and loads of trees. We had a quick wander around the touristy harbour bit and then went and laid in the wonderfully warm sunshine in Forsyth Park.
We found Savannah quite strange because although we could see that it was beautiful, there was something about it that neither of us liked and we couldn’t really say why. Nick was bored after 5 minutes of being there.
Oddly enough, a waiter in Charleston told us last night that the crime in Savannah is ridiculously high and that people get murdered there all the time. He said he has friends there who literally run to their cars when they leave work. I wonder if we could sense this and that’s why we didn’t like it?