Last night, Loll and I slept in a king-size bed that was so large, I had to send her a telegram that said 'Cuddle. Due South West. Stop.' The bathroom was so big, we had to take a golf cart from the sink to the shower. Speaking of showers, Dale says he had one the other night that was so powerful, the settings were 'Tommy Gun', 'Taser' and 'Stun'. I'll tell ya, I don't get no respect.
We started the day with a quick look around Knoxville, Tennessee, and bought a few t-shirts. The city has a nice vibe. The people are incredibly polite and always interested in us, especially once they hear our British accents.
We then headed on to Lynchburg, Tennessee, home of Jack Daniel's whiskey. Dale claims that while we were on the road, we drove past a truck driver eating a Big Mac while driving a big Mack. However, this has not been verified. We detoured past the Nashville floods in our white 4x4, dodging potential storms. I didn't pretend to be Bill Paxton's character from Twister, with Dorothy strapped on the back. Not once.
During the drive, we were happy to briefly cross into the beautiful state of Georgia and to pass through Coffee, Tennessee. We all instantly felt more awake. I should also point out that while refuelling in Chatanooga, TN, Dale's three day search for a 'Twinkie' Hostess cake came to a satisfying end.
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