South Carolina is a place I can’t recall having been to before. An hour East of Atlanta, North Charleston was originally a plantation area. The large plantations were subdivided into smaller farms in the late 19th century as the urban population began moving northward. Due to the large labor forces of enslaved African Americans who worked these properties, the population of Charleston County in 1870 was 73 percent black; they were mostly freed slaves.
Our travel from Atlanta was swift and Debbie served antipasti before we descended on our magic carpet into the area. The performing arts centre was a 5 minute drive from the airfield and so it wasn’t long before we were greeted with left-over lunch. Mexican. I find it hard to resist Mexican food. The day was looking like a potential eating fest. I was already stuffed by the time we did a very lethargic sound check.
A few images from the past few days….another in room lamp-stand session, hanging by the jet, interior fish and bonding with Kev.