Moon Pies and Love flies

Day 22
From Walterboro SC
To Savannah GA
Mileage estimated 71
Mileage actual
Top speed
Riding time

Walterboro was warm when we rode out on the reverse of the last few miles of yesterday at 7.30am this morning. The day was due to get even warmer as we made our way towards another state and went to cross from South Carolina into Georgia.
Today was a ‘get there’ day and to be fair, that seems to be the itinerary for the remainder of the trip. Shane warned us yesterday that our days of country roads and riding two or three abreast were over and today proved to be the case. I think from now on we are going to follow Route 17 in one form or another and parallel Interstate 95 as we have done since we left Portsmouth over 3 weeks ago. This afternoon we hit the three figures again with 100 degrees and 100% humidity.

So, we went through a number of small hamlets that the locals call towns (or cities) until we got to the first SAG at 25 miles at a place without a name but which was near to an intersection next to the Interstate at a McDonald’s restaurant(!) Here I was introduced to ‘Moon Pies’ by Connie who bought one at the store at the petrol station alongside the McD’s. Conversation went as follows:-
Me:- “What’s that?”
Connie:-“Moon Pie”
Me:- “Yes, I can see that from the label, but what is it?”
Connie:- “Moon Pie – Try it!”
Me:- “I know it’s Moon Pie because it says so on the label, but what is it?”
Connie:-“I don’t know how they make them, but they’re good.”

She tells lies.

They are not good. Moon pies taste like expanding foam wrapped in wax and they expand in your mouth and could be used for filling the holes in the road here in the USA. They are every parent’s nightmare as to what to feed to their children and I have no doubt that the children love them. The only thing that I have had today that tastes worse than Moon Pies are Atomic Balls and the less said about them the better!

Suffice to say, if anyone offers you Moon Pie, REFUSE!

As I said, we went into our twelfth state today when we crossed into Georgia and again they are so pleased to see us that they didn’t even put a ’Welcome’ sign up at the border. They could at least have put a sign up saying that dogs are leashed in this state, but they didn’t even bother with that. What they did greet us with was a swarm of love flies. Now love flies are the definition of ‘Fly United’. How can one delicately put this? They fly along minding their own business then find someone to show they are attracted and share their flight path. They then fly together, literally, as a couple (though sometimes there were three or four of them, depending on what was left exposed!) and continue their flight path together. Get it?

If you don’t, what happens is they fly locked together in passion until the dirty deed is done.
Better?

Well, we met a swarm of them just after we crossed the border and that was the time when we had to ride and breathe through our noses or else you didn’t know what you were going to inhale! They covered tour shirts and legs and whilst they were a nuisance, I suppose their minds were on other things.

Savannah is an old city with lots of history that I will look at tomorrow but today was another ‘get there’ day and we arrived just before 2 o’clock to find and English coach party trying to leave and our rooms being made ready for us. We had Route Rap and spoke about Tuesday’s ride, but today was all about getting to Savannah then enjoying another early evening before another Rest Day.

It wasn’t difficult to enjoy the evening when Shane gave us vouchers for a meal at the Moon River Brewing Company and we took full advantage of that by having a decent meal and a few beers from the back of the premises before having a walk round the touristy bit of the town and trying one or two other hostelries to see what they had to offer.

And, to be fair, it wasn’t too bad!

More tomorrow after another day as a tourist!

Oh, here was one of the towns we passed through today. Lost or what?