(^150) Vicksburg had a campground on the outskirts of town, but the sites
were costly. Fortunately, a welcoming chap invited me to share his
stand and later, his friend also pulled in. They made a fire, and we sat
around having a few beers. My hosts proceeded to get completely
pissed, and I quietly slinked off to my tent. While lying there, I could
hear them chatting away, getting increasingly drunk as the hours
passed. Finally, I fell asleep but woke in the middle of the night with
one of them sitting outside the tent telling me how much he loved
me, suggesting he lay down next to me. I unzipped the tent and
angrily shouted, "Fuck off!" It was uttered with such gusto that
you’ve never seen a drunken man scurry that fast. LOL
Vicksburg – Jonesville - 93 km
The way to Jonesville was one more day spent zig-zagging through
farmlands. Biking through the villages was preferable as they were
pretty interesting but the streets running through these settlements
were surprisingly narrow and busy.
On arrival in Jonesville, a reasonably priced motel lured me in. It
made updating photos and journal entries easy while watching TV.
leana
(Leana)
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