Tuesday 14th June

The undisputed highlight of the day was when we finally conspired to have a beach barbeque, as we have planned all along. Suffice to say, it lived up to expectations. To the background of the setting sun on Oak Island beach we feasted upon 1/3 pounder burgers. Yes, you read that correctly; over here, apparently your usual 1/4 pounder just doesn't cut it. But a third - now you're talking American.
Before all this we spent the morning in Charleston, which is a pretty pleasant place. After our free breakfast which we charmed our way into (it was supposed to be a $10 buffet - it had hot food!) by sweet-talking the receptionist man and being our generally hilarious selves, we set about viewing the historical sites (which is most of all we ever do). Saw a fat American not fit in the stocks at the Powder Magazine (or gunpowder storeroom to all you simpleton readers) which is incidentally the oldest building in the Carolinas, then the only surviving Hugenot church in all of the USA, a french protestant church. Sorry for the history lesson, but we have to assume you all lack the level of wordly knowledge we have come to view as ordinary. We still love you though! Please don't stop reading.


Wednesday 15th June

Today we visited an alien world; Zebulon, home of the mystical and legendary money tree. That's right, in the small town of Zebulon which we drove through because it had a funny mane there was a shop called the Dollar Tree. Let's just run through that once more; Zeb, as in Zebedee from the Magic Roundabout, u (self-explanatory) and then 'lon', as in London. I mean, Zebulon. Who thought that was a good name? For anything outside of a '50's sci fi horror flick? The only plausible explanation is that the town changed it's name to something deliberately ridiculous to bring in extra tourism from people who thought the name was funny. So I guess that worked.
In Zebulon we bought things to amuse ourselves while driving, which was most of the day. This included some Nerds (the sugaryest sweet known to man) and a massive tube of bubble mix to blow out of the car. Unfortunately the best laid plans were foiled by Guy's immense idiocy in throwing the bubble stick out of the window. What a douche.
We spent the evening in Williamsburg where, thanks to some cheeky discount we charmed out of our receptionist(again a man) we found ourselves in a posh restaurant somehow. Thankfully, it turns out despite our extravagent expenditure this week we're still somehow under budget so we just rolled with it. (it was delicious)

HOD: Ed, for ostentatious jay walking
DOD: Guy, for losing the bubble stick. What an ass.