My time in North Carolina had come to an end. I would soon find myself southbound with a new travel buddy, Rob. I met Rob a few nights before our trip down south on an outing with fellow hostel patrons while in Asheville with my sister. He was continuing his trip down the east coast and planned to take a series of buses to Florida, with Miami being his goal. I offered to drive him as far as Orlando.
This is the story of our trip to, and time in Savannah, Georgia.
I spent the days in-between us beginning our trip in the same way as if we had not met: preparing my nightly stops from Franklin back to St. Pete.
After getting to know one another during our six hour drive, sharing stories of our past, talking about our families & friends, and telling stories of our hometowns (Rob was from the UK), we arrived at our destination. A two story house we found on AirBnB located in Whitemarsh Island, right outside of the downtown area.
Our first thought for lodging was the hostel located in the Downtown area, but the buzz in the travel community was that it wasn’t a great place to stay. So, we thought about camping on Tybee Island, since Rob had a tent, but for the price, we decided to just share a room.
Our host, Trenton, was a great city guide. When we arrived he handed us maps of the downtown area and told us about his favorite places to visit. Shortly after getting acquainted, Rob and I headed to a coffee shop where his friend, believe it or not named Savannah, was waiting for him. Savannah and Rob had met a few years prior during a trip volunteering in Uganda.
I dropped Rob off at the coffee shop in order to find parking and give him and Savannah a chance to catch up on their own before a man they both pretty much just met joined them.
Savannah is from a city right outside of town, but had come into the city from time-to-time in her youth with family. Exploring the area, in our adulthood, on our own would be a new experience for all us.