On our way to Water Valley, Mississippi. The Southern States of America are my favourite part of the USA – despite a brooding violence that seems to come with the territory.
What is it that makes this part of the world such a hotbed of weird-good stuff like UFO sightings, Leprechaun spotting, extreme Jesus lovin’ etc? I dunno, we just dont have enough of it back home (excepting the virgin-Mary fence post at Coogee beach). Interestingly, this is the same part of the world which has those massive tornadoes we see ripping little towns apart on tv. Our own tour vehicle only narrowly escaped one (see frightening video footage below)
You begin to see now how people around here might become accustomed to strange things (cows etc) dropping out of the sky. With all this in mind I ask you now to watch carefully this news report of southern folks gathered around a tree – possibly with a Leprechaun in it. I especially like the man with the gun – gleefully preparing himself in case the Leprechaun turns nasty.
We rehearsed and performed this special dance one afternoon to thank ourhouse hosts Tara & Brent who put us up in their 1866 built home in Media, PennysylvanniaThey seemed pleased with the dance.Posted on Behalf ofKing Curly
Our tour driver Alec has turned out to be an interesting person (and a nice gentle guy). He lived on the street for 10 years and another 5 working in various new age communities so he has seen some things.
So far we have stayed at in his trailer home in Scranton PA 2 times since it is free and has been in the path of our crisscrossing travels.
We’ve found it very comfortable indeed.
With my special interest in the shower-heads of the world you can imagine my excitement when Alec showed me his bathroom ‘Rainmaker’ – I can tell you now, that it delivers water in such unashamed quantities and over such a large area, that it feels like you are in a rain storm!!
Such a contrast from the rotten little ‘Pixie 500′ I found a few years ago in an Adelaide home we stayed at (no reflection, of course, on the Good Folks who put us up).
We stopped in at Woodstock one day for lunch because Alec had always
dreamed of going there. Pretty country but otherwise a very tedious Byron
Bayesque tourist trap.
