Day Fifty One.....


No Waffle Houses here.....

....so, went to a pure Mom and Pop diner for brekker in Danville, Virginia. Definitely frequented by locals only, as a few very friendly folks didn't recognise me, and sauntered up to me to ask me where I was from. Told 'em the scoop....great folks, great conversations......shot a couple pics -










Now, ya KNOW that a place that gives its favourite local a special personalised bar stool at the counter has got to have character.....











I asked just what the heck "hot slaw" was, and I found out. It's actually cole slaw, but instead of mayonnaise, this stuff has Texas hot sauce of some sort in it.

I passed on that one....



Head off on an extremely simple 169 mile ride from Danville to Virginia Beach, and spent a mellow afternoon and evening with Mary and Jorge. Feasted on my favourite Peruvian dish, Tacu Tacu, as well as some nice home made Asian stir-fry, and we both caught up on the latest news (to the best of my knowledge) of various mutual friends of ours......









(L to R): Andres, Jorge, Alejandra, Mary and Poker










Poker is a very high-energy greyhound, which Mary rescued from the Phoenix Greyhound Park, after Poker had numerous winning seasons!!! You can see the energy in this woofie above.....










Mary and Jorge's cat, Blackjack, hangs out with a Cockatiel whose name I didn't get. They are contemplating naming their next pet either "Pai-Gow" or "Mini-Baccarat"










And, after brekker, Mary gave me an escort outta town ('cause I knew that I probably couldn't find the Interstate on my own) on her skooter. Note that, except below the waist, she IS wearing proper safety gear for riding.....I don't think that I quite measure up to that standard........a beanie helmet, T-shirt, shorts and sandals aren't recommended for long-distance (or, really, ANY) riding.....but given temperature, humidity, traffic jams and such........I'll take my chances.....


D.C. (Arlington, Virginia, actually) tomorrow.....

-E-