Day Five
I decided to stay in South Carolina one more before heading down to Florida. There was a chance they might launch Sunday. I decided not to make a hotel reservation I wouldn’t be able to cancel, so I planned on just driving to the Hampton Inn and taking my chances that they would have a room for me.
Rob warned me not to drive out to Hilton Head because there is too much traffic heading out there in the mornings. I went there anyhow; maybe it was because I left at 9:30 AM or I just got lucky, but the traffic was light. It was, however, slow going because the traffic lights are so poorly timed. I went to the Watusi Café for breakfast, but the wait time for a table was too long, so I just got an espresso and a chocolate croissant. I noticed that they only had paper cups for coffee, so I got my cup from the car and asked the girl at the counter, “Will you pour in this?” She smiled and responded, “That’s cute.” And pulled a quality espresso into it.
I drove the hour or so down to Savannah, GA. I parked the car close to noon, so once again I sat down on my cooler and ate the standard lunch. One of the tomatoes had transmuted itself into sauce, and the apple was half rotten. Looks like I needed to restock my supplies soon. I walked from the riverfront through the historic district past the campus of Savannah College of Art and Design. I had some pistachio ice cream and another espresso. I Googled the restaurant I had picked for dinner months before, and since it was Friday night, I decided to get there early. I drove out to Desposito's Seafood Restaurant in Thunderbolt, GA, which is about a 20-minute drive from the riverfront in Savannah. It is the last fish shack in area. I walked in, sat down at the bar, and I was the only one in the place. I had a Low Country Shrimp Po'Boy with fries. Both were good, then the waitress listed off the dessert options, which included a blueberry cobbler. I asked about peach cobbler, but they hadn’t made it in months. I said, “Since I’m in Georgia, the only cobbler I would accept was peach.
I then found a coffee shop on Tybee Island called Tybean Coffee. It was in a funny little group of shops and a bar on an unpaved parking lot in the woods, a very surfer kind of place. Unfortunately, it had closed at 1:00 PM. I drove back to Okatie, SC, to prepare to leave the Palmetto State in the morning.