I’m Leaving On A Jet Plane

So we’re sitting in Atlanta airport waiting for our flight to Norwich (via Schiphol) and looking back over the past 4 weeks of travelling through the eastern USA. It’s been a great trip, we’ve seen some wonderful scenery, visited some very interesting places and met a lot of lovely people. A few random thoughts to round off the travelling Blog.

I love the sign beside some interstates: “Speed checked by aircraft.” It conjures up a picture of a squadron of Spitfires circling over the road. “Tally ho, chaps, there’s a bounder down there doing 5 miles an hour over the speed limit. Let’s take him out. Rat-a-tat-tat.”

In the USA you can often turn right on a red light if nothing is coming. Memo to self: don’t try this at home.

Nubble Lighthouse

Nubble Lighthouse

Would it be so difficult to make bank notes of different denominations a different colour? That would lessen the chance of leaving a $50 dollar tip for a $20 dollar breakfast.

I could now write a thesis on “Taps (faucets) I Have Struggled With.” Some of the ones we encountered were clearly built with an eye on design rather than functionality. I don’t want to get a degree in engineering just to obtain some hot water.

Christmas shops fighting it out with Hallowe’en products. Christmas will win as it comes later but is there really a market for that number of plastic musical reindeers?

And speaking of markets, the dozens of flea markets everywhere. Who are these people who want to buy all these fleas?

Oh, another road sign we like: “Do No Pass”. We call this our ‘Verdun’ road sign in memory of Marshall Petain who held Verdun against the Germans in the 1st World War saying: “They shall not pass”. Don’t think there were any double yellow lines at Verdun though.

Intrepid driver in the mountains

And so our road trip comes to an end. A lot of our friends can’t quite get their heads round the unplanned nature of our trips. We know where we are landing, we know where we have to take off from, the rest we invent as we go along. We have covered 4,200 miles on this trip but, hey, remember Robert Louis Stevenson:

“I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.”

We’re with you, RLS.


PS:  This journey is over but the blogs will continue. Watch this space.