I met Brandon in Arcata in California back in November, both of us sleeping on the sofas at a couch surfing host's house. He lives in Savannah and a visit to see him over my birthday worked out perfectly!
We went for a huge breakfast that we spent the next few hours waddling off as we explored the town. Savannah is gorgeous, full of beautiful town houses, typical American porches, cast iron railings and small grassy squares with fountains and ornate gazebos. The streets are lined with trees draped in Spanish moss, and at points it's easy to believe you've taken a step back in time, or into Europe.
After a short boat ride along the river and more orange juice than I had room for (turning 25 can cause us to do all kids of wild things) we drove out to the beach. I couldn't have been happier, walking on the sand, listening to the rhythm of the waves and dancing like a champion to an ensemble of Paul Simon with this hilarious chap I'd met at the other side of the country.
'Same faces, different places' is one of my favourite slogans for my trip, and a reason it's been so hard for me to feel lonely.
We went for dinner at an "English Pub" called Churchill's. It's wasn't that much like a pub, but I did have steak and ale pie which secured a huge grin on my face for the rest of the beer filled night!
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