Many Ss Silverado Made

To the beach

The sun dazzles through the windshield. The radio of Irish music too hypnotic rhythms for four in the afternoon. We decide on something more'..... " on the road." After over 20 years finally understand the words of "The Logical Song "by Supertramp . Satisfied, I take a relaxed riding position. The 180 miles that separate us from Durham nice flow between tracts of forest and rural areas. Derelict and dilapidated shacks alternate with large gardens embroidered around villas. I'd love to have one.

"... When I was young, it Seemed That Life Was So Wonderful, a miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical ... But Then They send me away to teach me how to be sensible, logical, Responsible, practical ... And They Showed me a world where I know Could Be dependable, clinical, intellectual, cynical ... "

Two days earlier, the coast of North Carolina we had taken a few minutes of rain, clouds Morehead City. Time to pack up and leave already shining 'the sun. More 'Later, we wandered into the car in the surrounding area: Atlantic Beach , Indian Beach, Pine Knoll Sores especially Emerald Isle: the deserted beach and has great public access is very limited. The residential buildings have a certain level. " people who know how to enjoy the sea " I thought, before going in search of places to photograph.

Actually, the first contact with the sea we had already had 'a few hours after our arrival. Sitting on the boat of Captain Don for a tour in the sea of \u200b\u200bnatural Beafourt , 20 miles east of Morehead City, we came across a group of dolphins. Without waiting for that surface water, listening to anecdotes of kidnapped Captain . I did not understand a single word. Because dell'accento southern course .... Apparently that was the first owner of a restaurant. Then, tired of working , has sold its share to a partner and began the good life of travel guide Motoscafisti . Air, sea, people. It seems happy. I wonder what it does in winter.
The next morning, same boat, same talkative captain, same damn southern accent. We reach the Shackelford Banks Islands, known for the presence of horses in the wild. We have only seen one from afar, just before leaving. I had fun chasing ( yes, chase, 'cause? ) the Crabbs Ghost. Translucent crabs. You follow them and they run off to the side, pulling in a perfectly circular section of the tunnel, digging in a few seconds. But first 'look at you. Intensely. Hilarious! As much as I to them!

Back to "ground", burned and hungry, we became convinced by the following written on the window of a room: "Here Beufort the best hamburger!" . We went in the more 'near McDonald would have been better. Really bad! I can still feel the flavor of ketchup and onion!

I got ill with a coffee 'poor and the dutiful visit to the museum dedicated to the pirate Blackbeard , local hero. The Americans have a museum for everyone. Free, thankfully.

"At night, When All the World's asleep, the questions run so deep for ... Such a simple man Will not you please, please tell me what we've learned I know it sounds absurd But please tell me who I am, who I am, who I am, who I am ... "

The CD runs for hours now. We have endured the sun in the eye throughout the trip.'s Durham, finally. And here's the output 270. Within minutes we get home. I smile at the happy promise of a plate of spaghetti with tomato sauce and a glass of red wine. A perspective on the whole , wonderful!