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!

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Hillsborough, NC

from Within " Cup-a-Joe " to drink. from the other side of West King Street two blond little girls selling yourself 'to passers-cold, jumping around a table full of plastic cups. For them and 'a game. After taking my cup of cappuccino, sit at a table not too clean. The local and 'small and narrow and indeed, not so comfortable. On the wall 'hung a racket fly swatter. And a guy ...... But he also used 'and' reported among the attractions of "Downtown Hillsborough " and is' full of customers. The cappuccino is not 'much injured', but I pretend it's good. The waitress with piercing the nose and mouth, took a long time 'to prepare and at the end and I' seemed rather stressed. I do not want to disappoint her. Prepare an espresso or cappuccino in these parts does not seem an easy task! But 'the place fascinates me and I find the atmosphere just to write two lines in my notebook.

Hillsborough, NC promotes itself as a historic town, enhancing (too) its old colonial buildings. From my point of view of European history streetwise, "the real attraction and 'the Farmers Market this morning where I went Sandra which sells its tasty cheese. Like a lot judging by the number of people who stop, taste, hear his descriptions interested gentle and accurate and then buy. He has a smile for everyone, Sandra, and I think this is, together with the quality 'of the product, the best self-promotion. In Farmers Market are fresh bread, fruit and vegetables, cakes, jams, coffee ', drinks, etc, and then objects of various kinds. All directly from producer to consumer. A delicate rediscovery of genuineness 'of farmers and craft of commercial products in the ocean mass and' America. Above all, America's food. It 's a bit as if we salentini riscoprissimo the true country fairs 20 years ago (to which we gave up to make room for those plastic current). A meta 'morning, when a guy started playing the acoustic guitar under a white gazebo, I go away for a while' having heard that a couple of blocks away there is' another Farmers Market, born of a split for an agreement between the non-sellers on "mode 'management " against managerial self . It 's the history of humanity' that is repeated: " we manage on your own or let us plan your life from someone else?". I made some photos, mumbled something to a mustached guy who wanted to sell eggs, " Hey man! You Seems to need my eggs! ," he says. "Um , no, no, thanks .... and ... well ... Why Should I eat your eggs ...? ," I reply. 5000 inhabitants, 2 Farmers Markets ........

Finally, hot, I go by Cup-a-Joe .

Si and 'late. I have to stop writing. I pretend to finish my cappuccino. The fly swatter and 'still in place. The waitress with piercing seems more 'relaxed. I get up and go out. The heat is stifling. The blond little girls have quit the role of women selling drinks and ice are relaxing rubbing on mom and dad 'in the shade of a large tree. Better that way '. The children were not created to work. Not even in jest. I smile to myself for this thought and go back to Sandra. It 's noon, and' time to remove the banquet cheese and return to Durham for lunch. All they greet and meet at the next market. They seem sincere. I enjoy being here.

Thanks Sandra, for this morning so 'beautiful! I feel very good today!