Atlanta to Panama City Beach

Rising at 11:30, we were all in a hurry to pack our bags and meet the midday check-out time. With half the day gone, we decided to fast-track it to Panama City Beach which is renowned as the ultimate Spring Break town. Firstly however, we had to detour to Atlanta Airport to pick up Monty’s (Dr Phil PhD) suitcase so that he could change clothes for the first time in 3 days.

We then hightailed it towards Panama City Beach which was a largely uneventful trip. The only thing it was really notable for was the continual complaining of “day Carl” who was generally a sad-sack and Jez’s refusal to sit in the middle seat for more than 10 minutes at a time. He claims that it has a curvature which does not suit the contours of his bucket. We arrived at around 7, in the heart of the ”Redneck Riviera”, and were on the lookout for hooligans and party shenanigans but were disappointed to find what could best be described as a ghost town. The hotel in which we were meant to stay was completely empty, our booking (and the credit card details we had provided) were lost and we were forced to pay an additional $30. But we did get a waterfront view and given there were 5 of us in the one room it was still pretty cheap. At this point, Monty and day Carl had a nap while Cleland and Wonders watched football and Jez finally shaved off his seedy goatee.

Deciding it was dinner time, we loaded into the trailblazer and went looking for BBQ. At this point, Wonders was distracted by Hooters. Insisting that we go, we reluctantly agreed. He was keen for chicken wings. Their white, fleshy, chickeny wingy promise was calling him. Unfortunately, they were bony, tough, lacked meat and were dripping in sweet sweet hot sauce – much like the bar-staff. Oh the puns. Dictation off*.

Dictation back on. On arriving back at the motel we played the obligatory couple of hours of BB while Monty slept. At this point, Wonders made a ridiculous bet with Cleland regarding the movie Castaway. What followed shall never be spoken about again.

‘Til next time

The boys on the road.

*Note: this whole blog has been dictated whilst in the car en route to Miami, which explains its ridiculousness somewhat.