I never did take that trolley tour…

As usual I decided to walk instead, and see where I ended up. Downtown Savannah’s really not that big, so where I ended up was pretty much everywhere at one point or another. My usual walk-for-hours schtick wasn’t going to work here, though. Savannah’s a slow-moving town because if you try a regular city pace, you’ll probably keel over and die in approximately no time at all. Mooch, find a shady bench and hydrate, mooch, rinse, repeat until you find a cafe or bar with wifi. There are worse ways to spend a day.

One of my hosts drove us out to Bonaventure Cemetery and Laurel Grove Cemetery, a smaller place near where I was staying. They’re beautiful places – lush and green with more of those old trees and hanging moss.

I was spectacularly lucky with the place I ended up staying. As well as the cemetery trip, they gave me lifts into town and to the Greyhound station when I left, and were mines of local information. The house was a ways out of town, through a neighbourhood that raised cab drivers’ eyebrows every time I said where I wanted to go: “Carver Heights? Really?” Every time… Granted, after dark I wouldn’t have walked it either, but the general idea was a white guy, with a backpack, obviously a tourist, in that neighbourhood… Well, I never had the slightest bit of hassle during the day.

So today it’s so long, Savannah, hello Atlanta.