I became quite good with maps, now I can tell by the terrain and other signs that may be the type of road to face the next day. Last night I focused on route 17, which skirts an area of \u200b\u200bforest, following the course of Savannah, and in fact this morning I see the tables in the "scenic road".
There are things that change than the area of \u200b\u200bthe mountains, while the humid climate and vegetation. You begin to see the magnolias, oaks and beech trees to replace, but in spite of the season the entire environment around it is green. Today I rode for dozens of kilometers in the midst of pine forests, and this makes me a bit 'surprised, I thought I found a desolate and arid south and instead is something else. Also change the faces that you see around, just north of New York was very rare to see people of color, the blacks here are the great majority, and even how to talk a bit is changed, the speech is slurred and slow, measured in especially at times difficult to understand. Cycling
often listen to local radio stations, and almost all country music forward, in addition to the ubiquitous radio sermons of evangelical preachers, and political debates on health care reform that were prevalent in the north seem absent here.
That does not change is the availability people. This morning I met a couple of cyclists on Sunday, Eleanor and Alfred, who, after a chat rite ask me where I'm going to stay for the night, live in the country where I'm headed, Statesboro, and I offer a shower, dinner and overnight at home. I agree and I remember Jonathan, Asheville, told me about the great tradition of Southern hospitality I know now that was not joking.
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