Season Two: Post Nine.
Good afternoon all. I am currently writing live from Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. The local folks from surrounding states call it Redneck Vegas, I’ll let you imagine why but to sum it up, a guy from Leeds who we met on our first US tour called it “Blackpool on steroids”. Luckily we’re here wildly out of season and its nice and quiet, not quite the party paradise that it probably is during the summer/spring break.
Yesterday I left off whilst we were living it up in Surf City. A great all round experience for our pals in Riskee who, for all members in the band, are having their first time in America. Yesterday ended up being a great day, majority fo which was spent on the beach with a fishing rod that we’d found in the cupboard of our Air B’n’B. Muss took a trip to the local fishing shop and bought some of the most questionable smelling fake shrimp for bait.
Unfortunately (or fortunately) we didn’t catch anything, although we were all secretly hoping that we’d pull in something that the locals would put us on some hall of fame fishing chart for reeling in. Oh well, probably for the best, despite having a song about going fishing, we are far from seasoned professionals.
Yesterday ended with us going to a local Oyster Shack and trying some of the local seafood delicacies. Being America, these consisted of all the local catches deep friend and served with yet more fried goodies. I had a Shrimp Po’boy and little balls of fried goodness called Hushpuppies. It wasn’t quite fine dine Italian cuisine, but it was delicious all the same.
I must still be suffering from jet lag because I ended up going to bed last night at 7:30pm, jet lag and the fact I’ve now clocked a solid 38 miles running since I’ve been here… We’ll go with jet lag though. I could never blame miles for anything but endorphins and euphoria.
This morning started with an easy 8 miles. I’m loving these flat, straight line coastal runs. I’m sure they’ll be another one tomorrow morning along the coast of Myrtle Beach. It’s genuinely nostalgic being back here. On the first Ghouls US tour, we stopped off here at a point within the tour where we all needed rejuvenation. We’d had some incredibly rough nights sleep in some very questionable accommodation – including Graham’s house which I spoke about in my post about questionable places I’ve slept.
When we arrived here, we cooked up a big vegetable chilli with as many fresh vegetables the local Walmart had in stock. I remember then sleeping like a baby, waking up and running a solid 9 miles. I might have to do the very same tonight, despite our lead up to this visit being very different. It’s strange returning here as it’s somewhere I never thought I would end up again. I’m glad that this time around we get to share the experience with Riskee.
Anyhow, I think we’re off to the famous ‘Hooters’ for dinner… I’m not sure how I feel about that but either way, I’m gonna get some fish tacos, walk to Walmart for some Halo Top and then another 10 hour sleep would be lovely.
Speak tomorrow blog.