Leaving New Orleans late afternoon we faced a good few hours
drive to Montgomery, Alabama for a stop for the night. I was keen to stop in
Alabama as the state fascinated me (don’t ask why!), and I was keen to see if
its like the stereotype. The journey wasn't the longest we had done, but had its moments of fun (if that can be the word used), driving up through a another tropical storm, causing torrential rain to come down, causing traffic to come to all of a stop and visibility to like a few meters. However, getting through it and into Montgomery, we arrived at a random motel on the city outskirts
late that evening, just in time to see one very sketchy couple rock up and ask
for the most expensive room in the place (apparently it had a hot tub in it…).
We just crashed...
The reason for stopping in Montgomery of all places was due
to it being a logical stopping place in terms of getting back to NC, and
because I had found online a museum which displayed the history of the South
and numerous buildings that were a common design in the past. The next morning
we set off early-ish – in part so we could get going at a decent time to NC,
but also because of the humidity in Alabama (similar to Louisiana if I’m honest
– how anyone lives in that sort of weather seriously astounds me!). After a
slight issue of trying to find the damn place, we had to be buzzed into the
reception building to pay our dues to wander around the museum. From there we
were free to wander around the two blocks of buildings that were across the
road. It wasn’t a bad little place actually. It was obvious a lot of care and
thought had been put into the way it was layed out, with work buildings
together etc, and a few staff members in period costume wondering around
answering questions and telling stories. And playing music in one guys case
which was pretty cool.
Houses of the Housing Museum |
A good few hours were spent wandering around the museum,
including a very detailed tour of a plantation owners house by an elderly lady.
This tour was quite unique as for one when she realised I was from Britain (or
Eng-er-land as she put it), she kept comparing things that the plantation owner
family would do to what (in her eyes) of British people did. The one comparison
that made me nearly fail to keep a straight face was a story about how the wife
would take tea with her friends at 4 o’clock. Alright, fair enough… Except for
the fact that she then turned, looked me directly in the eye and said “Like in
your country”. I had to rapidly look away to avoid laughing in her face…
Although really interesting element to the tour was the two other ladies who
were with us. They were pretty unremarkable ladies, both middle aged nursery
school teachers. The only real difference between them was one was white and
the other was black. Now normally this wouldn’t even be mentionable – I mean
who cares? But in this instance with the elderly tour guide I was witness to an
interesting social situation. The white teacher joined us first (the other was
looking after the kids who had come on a trip) and there was nothing out of the
ordinary, with the guide taking us around the house, making eye contact and
chatting away to the three of us. Then the teachers swapped roles and the black
teacher joined us on the tour. This was where it became interesting. The tour
guide continued to chat away to me and Lindsay as we walked around the house,
however she did not make one comment or even look in the same direction as the
black teacher. It was like this woman wasn’t even there. I guess in certain
generations segregation is still an issue. Not really sure why I was surprised
at it, but I was!
Leaving Montgomery we faced a rather long drive straight back
to Chapel Hill. Made longer by the fact we couldn’t find a damn open place to
get some lunch. Or the interstate…. The plan was to power straight through
stopping to change drivers. And buy fireworks. Obviously… The buying of fireworks is illegal in North Carolina, but
legal in South Carolina (yeah work that one out…) so on the state border there
are massive firework warehouses trying to outsell each other. So we pulled into
one and spent quite a while trying to get our best bang for the buck (get
it?!). This took a lot longer than it should have due to the muppet on the till
not having a clue about my British ID despite me pointing it all out to him. Fireworks
purchased however we got back on the road North, stopping for dinner at Cook
Out (missed it on my travels!), arriving back late into Chapel Hill.
Our firework hoard! |
Alabama was an interesting place for sure, and I am glad to
have had a chance to stop there, however brief it was. Along our travels (I can’t
remember quite when now!) we also stopped for dinner at Crackerbarrel, which is
like a centre of all things southern (ALL things southern!). The food was great
– deep fried with not much else! The best part of it all was the shop part of
the place, of which to note was the t-shirt section. To say these t-shirts were
a bit patriotic is a massive understatement. They were hilariously cringe.
Gotta love Americans!
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