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  • Day9

    Letzter Tag mit Family Lane

    July 11, 2018 in the United States ⋅ ☀️ 31 °C

    Heute hieß es ein letztes Mal aufwachen in unserem bequemen Bett. Ein letztes Mal riesen großes Frühstück genießen. Da gestern alle da waren und auch über Nacht blieben gab es ein extra großes Frühstück, welches schon eher ein Brunch war, auch von der Zeit her. Es gab Rühreier, Bacon, sausages, grits, Biskuits, Muffins, Zimtschnecken, frische Erdbeeren welche gigantisch schmeckten und vieles mehr. Danach packten wir erstmal unsere Taschen und wollten dann ursprünglich nach Atlanta reinfahren um bei CNN eine Führung zu machen. Jedoch wurden wir alle so müde, dass wir diese kurzfristig absagten, denn ich schlief auf der Couch ein und Jenny fielen die Augen im Bett nochmal zu. So ließen wir die restlichen Stunden gemütlich vergehen und machten uns dann nachmittags auf den Weg nach Atlanta rein. Dort trafen wir uns dann nochmal mit Rob der nach der Arbeit nochmal auf ein letztes Abendessen zu uns gestoßen kam. Wir genossen wieder auf einem netten rooftop restaurant ein leckeres Abendessen und unterhielten uns noch ein wenig. Doch dann hieß es leider langsam aufbrechen in Richtung greyhound Bus Station und auf Wiedersehen sagen. Nachdem wir unseren online Check in erledigt hatten fuhren wir los. Es dauerte nur ein paar Minuten bis wir dort waren. Nun hieß es auf Wiedersehen sagen! Auf hoffentlich ganz baldiges Wiedersehen. Es waren unbeschreiblich tolle Tage mit Jenny & Rob, natürlich auch Danny und Tina gesehen zu haben und seine Kids kennengelernt zu haben. Sie haben diese Tage wirklich zu unvergesslichen für uns gemacht. Vorallem auch für Kalina, die immer wieder gerne zurückblicken wird auf ihren ersten Besuch in den Staaten. Aber natürlich auch ich werde immer wieder gerne auf diese tollen Tage zurückblicken!Read more

  • Day16

    Drurys Inn - Atlanta

    March 6, 2018 in the United States ⋅ 🌧 52 °F

    Great flight and after clearing immigration and customs we’re now at the hotel. On the bus here we saw trees lining the road laden with blossom, spring is here !! Enjoying Happy Hour drinks and food at the hotel and looking forward to a good nights sleep before picking up the Coach and Jeep tomorrow. Name of our plane says it all and sums up the last 13 years of planning and working towards our goal !!Read more

  • Day16

    Atlanta City

    March 6, 2018 in the United States ⋅ 🌧 52 °F

    First drive, traffic was heavy everywhere due to rain, so google maps took us straight through the city to Atlanta South RV Resort. A couple of days to unpack and make sure everything is working. Temperature overnight is close to freezing !!

  • Day2

    Center for Civil and Human Rights

    June 8, 2017 in the United States ⋅ ⛅ 22 °C

    Our walk took us to a pleasant park area just across the road from the Centennial Olympic Park from where we had a choice of visiting the largest aquarium in the Western Hemisphere, the Coca-Cola museum - Atlanta is the home of Coca-Cola of which more later, or a small building at the end of the park which houses the National Center for Civil and Human Rights. As our time was limited and we have no interest whatever in Coca-Cola - the thought of tasting the stuff from all over the world not being very high on my list of treats, we followed a recommendation and headed for the building.

    A few weeks ago we saw a film called 'Hidden Figures' about supremely gifted black women working at NASA during the time of segregation. On many levels it was excellent, moving, heartwarming, but at a very basic level utterly shocking to someone who had been largely unaware of the practicalities of living as a segregated and despised black person in the USA at that time. So I had this in mind when we crossed the threshold, heeding the instruction to leave our weapons outside.

    Even this film had not prepared me for what I saw and learned inside and at the end I left feeling chastened and, although not personally responsible, a strange guilt that other white people like me had behaved in such degrading, cruel and wicked ways towards other human beings over such a long period. What I was seeing portrayed in grainy black and white photos, shaky cine film or ancient video happened only fifty years ago, within my lifetime and memory. How little had I been aware of the realities in my comfortable 1960s British idyll. One example exemplifies this - it is estimated that something like 10,000 black people were lynched by white people between the emancipation of the slaves in 1865 and the Civil Rights Act of 1964.

    The Center is a well designed building and the exhibits lead you on a journey through segregation - white only waiting rooms, toilets, restaurants, public transport, laundries and so on, with rear doors only for blacks if they were allowed in at all - through the individual courage of the burgeoning civil rights movement which, to their credit, had many white participants, their non-violent stand against racial oppression, the very violent, bigoted and self-serving white response, and onward via a number of significant individuals to the towering figure of Martin Luther King jnr whose humble, dignified and immensely strong contribution was made clear and whose assassination in 1968 was all the more poignant and pointless. King's prescient last sermon delivered at the church we visited the next day and which was replayed at his funeral, described his view of his own life and what he hoped people would concentrate on if they spoke about him after his death. There were a number of times as we took in this civil rights story where tears were not far from the surface and listening to King himself describing his life-motivations was very moving.

    In 1964, King became the youngest person to receive the Nobel Peace Prize. Lauded at events everywhere except in his home town of Atlanta, a dinner arranged by local worthies and businessmen was being boycotted until the chief executive of Coca Cola, a hugely significant presence and employer in the Atlanta economy, baldly stated that "It is embarrassing for Coca-Cola to be located in a city that refuses to honor its Nobel Prize winner. We are an international business. The Coca-Cola Company does not need Atlanta. You all need to decide whether Atlanta needs the Coca-Cola Company.” Within hours the dinner was sold out.
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  • Day11

    Chatannooga to Alpharetta

    June 17, 2017 in the United States ⋅ ⛅ 28 °C

    I woke to our lovely light and airy room at The Dwell Hotel and while Mike still snoozed I tried to work out how to make the morning coffee. Some places give you a filter machine with large coffee bags but the result is usually weak and bitter, so we have bought a reusable plastic filter which slots in plus some nice ground coffee. This time though there were just cups and two brown thick paper packets with vague instructions on the back for opening and placing on top of the cups for you to pour boiling water through to get a cup of coffee. Could I work it out! No! For about five minutes I turned them every which way until I noticed a faint instruction on the coffee bag itself to tear off one end which then turned it into a tiny filter bag. Once this was realised, it became a good idea and the resulting coffee was pretty good.

    We went downstairs to the large dining room we had not noticed the night before. With high windows, eclectic furniture, lovely decor and complementary artwork, it demonstrated that the designer is a genius and it was a very pleasant room in which to eat. With a lot of choice on the menu, we had a nice breakfast but when I went upstairs I began to feel unwell and soon had a bout of ‘dodgy tummy’ which was very concerning as we had a long drive before us. We had to check out though, so feeling reasonably ok we packed the car and went off to the art district by the side of the river. It was extremely hot and being in a state of fragility decided to avoid the riverside park and went into the Hunter Art Museum, constructed around a grand porticoed mansion set high up on a bluff overlooking the bend in the river and commanding great views. Inside was one of the best exhibitions of American art we have seen and as usual, well exhibited. The modern building had also been cleverly designed to wrap around the mansion and also take advantage of the views. Apart from excellent paintings, there was an amazing display of decorative glass, not just the usual vases and bowls but imaginative and technically difficult pieces. One was a woman’s flowing gown, laid on its side as if still being worn, but without a wearer. That took real skill! The old house itself contained some of its original paintings but was almost like an artwork, itself on display in the museum. It had a beautiful staircase which split and swept down into the hall on either side of the front door. The house was post-civil war but reminiscent of ‘Gone With The Wind’.

    Afterwards we walked down to a flimsy metal bridge constructed in about 1890. Originally the only bridge, it was designed in the time of the horse and cart and would have proved totally inadequate for the increasingly heavier weights made possible by the internal combustion engine, so wisely it has been retained as a pedestrian bridge and it is a very pleasant walk. Today at just after midday it was ferociously hot and sticky, so a walk across and back was enough before we fled back to the car and air conditioning.

    Leaving Chattanooga we decided to take a longer but more scenic route through the Blue Ridge Mountains and it was rewarded by a lovely, easy drive through forested valleys beside fast flowing rivers and more rolling country, still forested but with wide, long, straight roads giving more extensive views. We stopped at one point where an amazing number of people were waiting to launch rafts into a river for white water rafting. It was a traffic jam of rafts and excited, expectant participants. We also stopped at another ‘Piggly Wiggly’ where I bought another T shirt but they did not sell ‘liquor’ (booze to us) so we couldn't buy a gift for Malcolm to whose place we were heading. Even a later supermarket, where we stopped for a break and a coffee, only sold wine. For the hard stuff you have to go to a liquor store.

    American drivers have little understanding of lane discipline as we know it. You can pretty much drive in any lane at any speed and overtake on either side, which results in a lot of weaving in and out of lanes by drivers who wish to go faster, a recipe for mistakes. Nearing Atlanta on a two lane highway travelling at about 60 mph, a gray car suddenly pulled out of the right lane into the left lane, causing the red pickup truck behind to swerve to avoid a collision. There then followed a lot of tailgating. Nearing some lights, the gray car indicated to go right and but then went into the filter lane to turn left. The red truck drew up alongside and the driver, thrusting his head out of the window, proceeded to give the other driver a, presumably, expletive laden mouthful. Unfortunately they were still travelling at speed and intent on what he was doing, he proceeded to collide heavily with the car in front to his right. As we passed we saw bumpers flying into the air and a large dent in the front wing of the red truck which stopped and the chagrined driver got out. Presumably the gray car made its escape unscathed. The moral of the Jack Daniel safe story came to mind!

    Malcolm was waiting to show us how to get into the car park and then took us up to their spacious apartment (it is America after all). Drinks flowed but I stuck to tea. We took advantage of the wondrous, enormous American washing machine and drier and went out to a local Italian restaurant where we had great meatballs but not particularly authentic spaghetti sauce. During the evening I had been developing a sort of migraine type headache & had taken something for it, but I didn't feel great and kept feeling faint, which is unusual for me. Going to bed my head was hurting and pulse racing, the pillows too hard and the room too hot, so sleep eluded me for a long time. Eventually I dropped off and awoke this morning with a residual soreness where the headache was, but no headache. Today I'm going to take it easy and there will be no driving, at least for me.
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  • Day2

    Whistlestop Atlanta

    June 8, 2017 in the United States ⋅ ⛅ 22 °C

    Just one day to experience Atlanta is a big ask. Atlanta is a huge sprawling city with seemingly no gravitational centre. We are staying downtown in a cavernous Hilton with an atrium the size of an aircraft carrier. Conventioneers come and go and the feel of the hotel is of transcience and anonymity.

    After settling in we headed out to the cultural area in downtown which centres around the Olympic centennial park. It was just a short walk of 3 or so blocks but the heat and humidity made it a little uncomfortable even at 10:30. The sketchiness of the neighbourhood didn't help. We were reassured by our cheery Uber driver who brought us from Atlanta's huge airport that the area is safe. 'But always stay together' she worryingly added. She told us that there are quite a few shootings on the highway from road rage and then barged her way across 3 lanes to the angry hoots of fellow drivers as if it provide us a practical example.

    As we passed the back entrances of huge, chain hotels who we talk to be homeless people were actually hotel staff on a break drawing heavily on their cigarettes and staring sadly at the floor.

    The centennial park area is pleasant enough, bordered by large but empty roads. Kids played I. The fountains and it seems a great place to meet people, chat and eat your packed lunch. We stopped for a coffee and sweet ice tea at a local cafe. Goodness knows how much sugar is added to the tea but it certainly gave me a much needed shot of energy. We didn't have time for the massive Georgia Aquarium with its Whalesharks and Manta Rays and didn't have the interest for the Coca Cola Experience and its uninspiring promise of 300 different flavours of Coca Cola form all around the world to sample. I've had enough sugary soft drinks for today. Our Atlanta based friend Malcolm recommended the National Centre for Civil and Human Rights which shared the plaza and we went there instead which we describe in another posting.

    After the museum we headed across the road to the CNN headquarters. Inside its huge 70s atrium (which seems to be a thing in Atlanta corporate architecture) we watched snippets on the big screen about the UK election while we tried Chick-fil-A. A somewhat ordinary fried chicken sandwich which is extremely popular in the US and recalled with mouthwatering detail by our informative Uber driver. It was ok, a little dry but I enjoyed the waffle cut fries which actually tasted of potato.

    After CNN we tried to get a birds eye view of the city and we went to the Sundial building which housed the Westin hotel. Sadly, the viewing gallery was closed and we decided to head back to our hotel due to ours and our phones energy being depleted. After an hour or so top up for both we headed to the top of our building and its 70s style bar and restaurant, gold glass elevator, smoked glass and all. We were granted a look around by the manager with less than Southern style friendliness and wandered around taking in the view. It was surprisingly green, in fact incredibly so. Trees covered every space from horizon to horizon broken only by clumps of tall buildings and neighbourhood housing. It was rather like a mega city that was slowly being reclaimed by nature. Quite unexpected.

    We decided to head out to Buckhead for dinner in search of Sushi. We took the metro called MARTA to Buckead station and wandered around what we hoped would be a quieter and less anonymous district but proved the same as downtown only with Mandarin Hotel hotels and Hermes boutiques. After a rather good cocktail in a local bar and a couple of beers we secured a table at a local French restaurant which was pretty excellent especially the gougeres and oysters.

    The certainty of a hung parliament at home left us with a feeling of dread that the white wine went some way to alleviate. Perhaps unsurprisingly not one American that we spoke to knew we were having an election in the UK. And judging by the probable turmoil that lies ahead it was something I rather envied.
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  • Day3

    Two Great Men in Atlanta

    June 9, 2017 in the United States ⋅ ⛅ 26 °C

    Woke earlyish and did a little writing while Richard snoozed. Breakfast buffet style, had to try the grits (awful), added some cheese (still awful) and biscuits with country gravy which are plain scones with a savoury cream sauce on top (odd but tasty and satisfying).

    Packed and on to pick up the car that's going to take us all around the southern states. We made our first stop in the Sweet Auburn district of Atlanta. Sweet Auburn is an African American district on the edge of downtown Atlanta famous for being the birthplace of Martin Kuther King Jr. Back then it was prosperous and middle class and a very pleasant area before being recently abandoned and haunted by crime and homelessness. A block of Auburn Street is dedicated to Martin Luther King Jr including his home, local church where he preached and a museum containing his and his wife's tomb.

    Though dated, the exhibition was done well, but the real feel of the man came from seeing his house (surprisingly large and middle class), the area he played in as a kid (in the yard of a next door fire station) and his local Ebenezer baptist church where you can hear an example of his sermon featuring his electrifying style of delivery.

    The poverty in the area was palpable though. Stopping at a local gas station we were helped to fill the car by a black guy who we took to be working there, albeit dressed shabbily, but was just looking for a few dollars in a quiet but desperate way. We were happy to oblige. Meanwhile a car pulled up next to ours and a black guy in impenetrable shades screamed a stream of consciousness into his phone peppered with the 'n' word as almost every other word. It was truly shocking to hear but I think it is just part of the language for some people.

    Onwards to the presidential library dedicated to Jimmy Carter. I've admired Carter for some time and whilst not perfect he seemed dedicated to promoting peace amongst nations that other world leaders thought too difficult to even try to achieve. His wife also was a great advocate of mental health and wellbeing and he graciously dedicated the library to her and the achievements she had made in that field.

    Set in densely wooded grounds the low rise building consisting of interlocking circles set a contemplative scene that was stimulated by the walk through his early life and achievements.

    So a morning well spent learning about two great men and their huge contribution to change through non-aggressive means. And perhaps a massive contrast to the appalling political state of affairs we are suffering both in the US and UK currently.
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  • Day12

    Übernachtung im Hostel

    May 16, 2018 in the United States ⋅ 🌧 20 °C

    Ich habe ein super Hostel gefunden.
    Normal sind es 6-12 Betten pro Zimmer, aber hier gibt es nur einzelzimmer oder Zweibettzimmer.

    Ich nahm das Zweibettzimmer für $30 die Nacht.
    Bekommen habe ich das Einzelzimmer anstatt $50 für $30, da es der Frau im Zweibettzimmer nicht so gut ging.

    Da hatte ich Glück.

    (Das Foto hängt im Badezimmer)
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  • Day12

    Atlanta airport

    May 16, 2018 in the United States ⋅ 🌧 22 °C

    Hier müssen alle Fluggäste durch nur EINE Sicherheitskontrolle, wie man sich vorstellen kann, ist es eine sehr lange schlange.
    Aber noch habe ich etwas Zeit und hoffe dass die Zeit auch reicht.

    Jetzt geht es nach Texas

  • Day18

    Fotos kommen später

    May 22, 2018 in the United States ⋅ ⛅ 28 °C

    Aktuell mag ich gar nichts Posten oder mich über das was ich sehe freuen,
    Denn mein Erlebnis von letzter Nacht beschäftigt mich sehr, daher werde ich sicher verspätet ein paar Fotos senden,
    Aber aktuell bitte ich um Verständnis.
    Danke

You might also know this place by the following names:

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