Road trippin' Part 2 : South Coast

Still recovering from the previous night out in New Orleans, we packed up and headed to collect our car which we would be driving across the country for the next couple of days, over to sunny ol Florida. We picked up our compact crumb-bucket Nissan Versa and headed West through the swamps toward Pensacola, stopping for a bite to eat at Grammy's. Mainly because it looked ridiculous, but fortunately tasted quite good.

We pressed on, driving along the South coast, until we hit the gorgeous beaches of Biloux Beach. Having never heard of it, we had no intention of going, but were both glad we stumbled across this landmine. Casey asked one of the locals what there's was to do around here. She responded with
"Around here? Nuthin. Hey Marlenne, what's there to do around here?"
Marlenne : "'Round here? Nuthin'"
That was enough to help us giggle through to our next stop.

 We continued on our merry way, heading away from the beaches and getting onto interstate 10, seeing a rather unappealing milk trucks as we did so.

 After playin Sheryl Crowe's 'Maybe Angels' close to eleventy million times we eventually we arrived in Pensacola. Didn't find any holy rollers, which was somewhat disappointing, but we did find our appetites so stopped for a feed at Sam's Seafood and Steaks. With ginormous sweet teas, we continued trying the Southern cuisine an ordered cheese grits (Worst.Mistake. Ever), delicious hush puppies and mullet, a local delicacy apparently. Maybe most Pensacolians have surgically removed their taste buds. Casey won the unspoken best meal competition with his blackened grouper.

We spent a rather uneventful night unconscious in a motel in Tallahassee. The next morning at 9AM we drove to a shopping center, but it was closed... Disgruntled, we farewelled the capital of Florida and proceeded on our road trip to the magical land of Orlando *jazz hands*.

Our next stop was a factory outlet, which let us stretch our legs for a while. Two hours later, as we got closer to the land of promised rainbow unicorns, we detoured, once more to check another possibly equally as magical land. The land of bogans, mullets and NASCAR. I am referring to Datona, no less. A massive stadium! Just absolutely enormous! Unfortunately it was closed by the time we had arrived, so alas no tour, but a very impressive sight to behold, indeed! And a lovely sunset to backdrop it.

We pressed onto Daytona Beach, which was more built up that Biloux and had a Ferris wheel. Sold me instantly. It was too dark to really see the ocean, but it's crashing could be heard from the boardwalk.

Managed to squeeze in a cheeky turtle surf. Totally gnarly dude.

After we'd finished be radical, we swung in for dinner at the Winghouse Bar and Grill after realising we hadn't had wings since my first night in the US... therefore it's technically not unhealthy! It wasn't until we were seated and had ordered drinks that we realised the waitresses were wearing next to nothing (tight singlets and hot hot pants!) and majority of the patrons were bikies! We dug in, then winged outta there!! Next stop... ORLANDO!!