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East Coast Coasting: Savannah #Travel #Adventure
When the first European explorers began to move up river, leaving the Atlantic Ocean and their perilous journey from the old country behind them, they saw what looked to them like a vast savanna. The vast savanna turned out to be a massive wet lands, but the name stuck and so the Savannah River and the settlement of Savannah were born. Whether the naming was a spelling mistake or just an embellishment to add distinction Savannah did not turn out to be a mistake. Since its beginning it’s been a busy seaport and even today it’s the good old US of A’s third largest port next to New York and Los Angeles. This long history of import export has shaped the city and added layers of complexity and richness to this most lovely Hostess City of the South.
One of Savannah’s many attributes is its architecture and the design of the city itself. Incorporated into this design from the beginning were many parks, which are still here to this very day. There are 23 small parks that act as a focal-point for residential and business neighborhoods. This is in addition to Forsyth Park a large and manicured common in this most green of American townships. Each of the many smaller parks are filled with their share of gigantic Live Oak trees all draped, as if by a phantom gardener, with light green Spanish moss. The upshot of this tree and moss arrangement is beauty, serenity, and peace; so unlike most modern US cities. The present city planners added to this unique feel by banishing, or at least restricting, the normal assortment of chain stores and other monopolistic retailers. You’ll find a few big-guys in town, but mostly you’ll experience many small privately owned businesses; capitalism at its best.
Of course Julia and I could not resist walking to every park in this eminently walkable town, and the benefit of our wanderings was to experience close-up the old and unique architecture along with the scenic pleasures of this exceptional city. Along the way we also enjoyed visiting several of Savannah’s many colorful museums. And what visit, to this old port town, would be complete if you didn’t walk the River Walk filled to overflowing with tourist shops and packaged tours.
Food is the other distinctive characteristic of Savannah. Unlike Orlando, which is the epitome of everything bad about US food, Savannah is everything good about American food. Every restaurant we went to was small, privately owned, and many were highlighting locally grown produce. This makes Savannah’s eating experience far superior to many other US cities. And Savannah’s southern roots adds another interesting twist to eating here.
There are no perfect travel destinations and Savannah is no exception. Although its travel pluses far outweigh its minuses Savannah is very hot and very humid. And where this kind of weather is king live mosquitos, hundreds, and hundreds of blood thirsty, filthy dirty, mosquitos.
As Julia and I sit scratching and nursing our welted arms and legs we cannot forget the great time we had in Savannah Georgia and await longingly for our chance to visit again.
We had varied expectations about catching the train from Orlando to Savannah and then on to New York. Julia and I have travelled extensively on trains in Japan, used the train system somewhat in England, zipped along at high speed from France to the UK, risked our health on an Egyptian train, I have experience long distance train travel in Australia, and only I have frequented Amtrak in the good old US of A; this will be Julia’s first time.
I have only twice rode the Amtrak and my very first experience was skewed. A friend invited me on a journey to Reno from Oakland, on his own classic 1930’s and fully restored private carriage. It was towed by an Amtrak engine, but that was about all that connected us to America’s main train system. Okay I admit it wasn’t a normal modern American train experience to have your own private chef, on your own private carriage, as it wound its way through the snow covered Sierra Nevada Mountains.
My second experience with Amtrak was a trip from Oakland to San Simeon at the insistence of my dad. For some reason he wanted to take the train and not drive. It might have been a measure of his confidence in my driving skill. I’ve tried to convince myself that he wanted to experience America rather than avoid my driving. As you can imagine this second experience was nothing like my first, but it was: okay.
So why take the train up the Eastern Seaboard? Good question and I guess the only answer is once again the limitations of my meat-based memory system. Seeing all of my past train journeys were taken long ago it’s not surprising I was convinced this would be a good idea. On the positive side of this systemic failure in my memory is the far distant feeling and very faint positive recollections I have of traveling on the Japanese train system. In Japan trains are the main source of country-wide travel. And the Japanese place value on their trains and supporting infrastructure. Because of their pride in this most efficient of public transportation systems traveling on Japanese trains is a very pleasant experience indeed.
In England their once mighty train system has fallen into private ownership and, as to be expected, become overpriced and second rate. Today if you want a cost effective public transport in England I would recommend you take a bus. Of course buses are not efficient, but it seems the British place private ownership over environmental efficiencies.
The worst train trip I have ever taken was a ride from Cairo to Luxor. I’m not sure if Third-World has any meaning these days, but if it exists you’ll find it for sure on an Egyptian train. It wasn’t that the carriages were Spartan and lacking even basic amenities, or even the conspicuous absence of female passengers, but the restrooms. It’s difficult for me to describe to you the state these primitive closets started out in. But, the condition they were in at the end of our trip is just too horrifying to explain in a polite correspondence.
The second worst train trip I ever took was the over-night train from Melbourne to Adelaide in Australia. The problem with this journey was fumes. For some reason, I guess I will never understand, the giant diesel engine pulling the long collection of carriages and cars poured noxious fumes into our sleeper car all night long. This was so nauseating that I could not resist the urge to throw-up and eventually I felt the best thing for it was to hang myself. Fortunately for me the train arrived in Adelaide before I had time to execute my urge. I disembarked without sleep, sick as a dog, grumpy, and swearing never again to travel on a train.
So as you can imagine it is hard for me to understand why I sit on a train traveling to Savanah writing this note to you. Life is a twisty curving thing. But, today’s journey is not at all bad. As compared to some of my train journeys it falls somewhere in the middle. If we were to fly we’d get there faster, but we’d have to put up with airports and airplanes and all of their associated nuisances. If we were to drive we’d still get there faster, but I wouldn’t be able to write this blog, or read my book, or drink my tea in comfort. So the train is slow, but it’s efficient and I’ll take that over fast anytime.
It’s time to travel once again; we just can’t help ourselves. Julia and I head to Orlando (The City Beautiful), Savannah (The Hostess City of the South), and New York City (The Big Apple) for two weeks of coasting the East Coast. Here is a map of our trip.
Julia will be working in Orlando at a seminar related to her PhD. My plan, while the poor dear has to work, is to visit Universal Studios, Kennedy Space Center, and perhaps even take a golf lesson; who knows.
The trip is train based, that is, we plan only to fly from coast to coast the rest of our transportation is via train. From Orlando we’ll take a day train to Savannah Georgia. From Savannah we’ll take an overnight train (with our own sleeper cabin) to the Big Apple. What will traveling via train on the east coast be like? Standby and I’ll let you know.