I went on a road trip at the weekend across the Blue Ridge mountains of Virginia to Charlottesville. Anyone who has met me knows I'm not a fan of cars but I managed to keep the nervous dribble to manageable levels. Luckily trips in the car mean something fun at the other end. We stopped off at loads of places and went for a really long walk at a place called Big Meadows. At 3500 feet it's officially the highest walk I've done. The weather was perfect for me being 10oC cooler than in the city. Being black isn't so great when the temperature rises above 20oC, so 21 and clear mountain air was absolutely perfect. I was shattered by the time we got to the hotel, as you can see. I learnt something new as well: I'm scared of elevators (lifts to you English folks). It doesn't help one's self esteem when the hotel receptionist laughs at you being coaxed into a metal box suspended on wires.
I've officially found the quietest place in America: the university of Virginia campus before 9am on a Sunday. Beautiful and desolate sums it up; not a patch on Cambridge but pretty and very white.
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