A few more heart felt words about the Inn on Bath Creek. The proprietors Rich and Linda were so welcoming it felt like being back at home. We must also mention how much we enjoyed spending time with the Burrows and the Gallahers who were staying at the Inn during our stay… we wish you well for the future and look forward to hearing from you on the blog. And finally… big thanks to Rich for two truly magnificent breakfasts, with French Toast to DIE for.
… Although it will disappoint Tim H, the sun was shining in glorious technicolor at 9am, 10am, 11am, 12am , 1pm, 2pm, 3pm… you get the message. It was and still is a beautiful day. As we boarded the Pamlico Ferry across Gaylords Bay the scenery was pretty awesome too. We alighted at Aurora and pedalled the pristine 36 miles to the historic town called New Bern, where we’re staying at The Hanna House, a lovely bed breakfast in down town, where we were welcomed by Camille and Joseph with fine wine accompanied with cheese and biscuits…can’t get much better than that! It would not be right for us to leave without mentioning a few historic facts about New Bern: (i) New Bern is the birthplace of Pepsi-Cola! and (ii) according to Joseph, New Bern boasts the first affordable housing project “The Projects” to have been built in America…and guess what? The SatNav (not KatNav) took us straight through the middle of it, a safe yet interesting experience.
A word about the SatNavs (aka Garmin Edge 705s). Even Kat has to accept, having now lived with them for over 3 weeks, that they are definitely female. The Gamines (as Kat now calls them) are unpredictable, change their minds a lot and scream at us to “make a U-turn” when we are on a multi-lane highway. Worst of all, if we decide that, despite their sage advice, we want to “Dance our own steps at the Pan Pacifics”, they throw a total hissy fit and start going Psycho … eek, eek, eek etc… Yes, there is some rivalry between SatNav and KatNav, but followers will be pleased to hear that KatNav is still alive and well, re-programmed to ignore expensive shoe shops, but still able to sniff out a decent glass of vino at 500 paces…
Tomorrow beckons with a 68 mile trek to Sneads Ferry, so good night and speak soon.