Drive all day to Savannah. I've always wanted to see this town. It's night when we pull in. I'm too tired to look out the window. I just want spencer to park and go to sleep with me in the back. I'll see what it's like in the morning. Spencer parks and goes into a bar to get me a 7up. The next morning we get up and I feel completely recovered my back doesn't hurt and I'm refreshed and awake. This ia a pretty and picturesque, historical town. We walk around a little and see a bunch of men hanging out in the square. They don't really look homeless but we can't tell what their deal is. We walk into an antique/junk shop. The youngish guy who works there tells us that the guys in the square hang out and wait for work. Someone will eventually drive by in a pick-up to employ them for a day somewhere. Cheap labor, cash under the table. We walk around a little and Spencer and 3 guys in a red car exchange insults. Southern boys, hmmm... Anyway, we're just looking around. This is a nice little town. People riding bikes. I watch some people pass on the street and start a converstion that lasts about a half hour. After coffee and an amazing croissant from a friendly girl at a coffee shop, we decide to drive on.