urchin
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Seriously fuck that town.
I recently (a day or two ago) got back home in middle Georgia from downtown Jacksonville via walking all but maybe 200 mikes of the trip. FYI walking out of Jacksonville from downtown is a task, especially with a hold-all bag and backpack. Anyway…
I got a ride from a hippie truck driver named Jerry who dropped me off in the town of Midway. Instead of a Waffle House, which I find have very nice waitresses who will feed travelers for free with the right conversation, I found myself at a Huddle House.
When I entered it there were two officers to my right, one couple to my left, and four workers. After a little discussion I got them to make me some hash browns which I ate so fast I didn't realize what happened. As I did so one of the officers came to me and said my food looked good. I said it is and finished eating before starting the first of my six glasses of water. Once the police were gone I made my way to the gas station nearby and looked over the maps. I asked the attendant a few questions about the area. Somewhat satisfied I turned around and saw a sheriff with a huge potbelly.
I asked him about any shortcuts from I-95 to I-16. He said he doesn't know but will call his partner. About twenty minutes later, ten of which consisted of them talking to each other outside, his partner approached me. It was the same officer who talked to me about my food.
"So where are you headed?"
"in the end, middle Georgia."
"That isn't what I asked you. Where are you headed?"
Thinking over my answer I told him I just want to know of a shortcut to I-16.
"I'm not going to take you there." He stares at me.
"I wasn't asking you to, I just need a tip."
"You can't stay here overnight."
"I…didn't plan to stay here."
"Okay." He stares at me harder. "Go on."
I leave and head back to the Huddle House. I was walking almost all day and was still thirsty. I at least wanted to be hydrated before I set up camp for the night.
One of the workers ask me what I'm doing back and I told her I wanted some water while I look at my map (the highway one posted here). She gives me my water, I thank her, and silently sip on it. About five minutes later the same cop shows back up and stands next to me.
"What are you doing here?"
"Drinking water. I'm really thirsty."
"The people don't want you here."
I look around me. The two workers who were there didn't have the time to text or call anyone, nor was I asked to leave by anyone. A black family of four sits silently in the corner, looking at what's going on quickly before going back to eating their food. It dawns on me what kind of town this is.
"Did I do something wrong?"
"No. They just don't want you here."
"Okay. I'll get going." I say to him. He smiles.
I walk down the road and spot a big tree which cast a large dark shadow just outside of the town. I set up my tarp as a bedroll, put my blanket over me, and used my packs as a pillow. I fall asleep to some black metal, thinking the morning will be better.
The next morning I pack up my gear, empty the cup I got from Huddle House in preparation for some tea, and make my way toward the gas station. I pour the hot water for the coffee tap and make my way to the bathroom. Once I leave the restroom with a hot cup of tea with a few packets of raw sugar, an attendant yells at me.
"YOU GONA' PAY FOR THAT REFILL!?"
I turn and ask her what she meant.
"You were over there!" She says, pointing at the drink area.
"To get hot water for my tea."
She sighs then replies "Fine go.". Then under her breath she tells me not to come back. I ask her what she said and she said she didn't say anything. I end up leaving the store and after failing to get anything from flying a sign for an hour, I walk from the city.
Unless you like pain and harassment. Stay the fuck away from Midway.
I recently (a day or two ago) got back home in middle Georgia from downtown Jacksonville via walking all but maybe 200 mikes of the trip. FYI walking out of Jacksonville from downtown is a task, especially with a hold-all bag and backpack. Anyway…
I got a ride from a hippie truck driver named Jerry who dropped me off in the town of Midway. Instead of a Waffle House, which I find have very nice waitresses who will feed travelers for free with the right conversation, I found myself at a Huddle House.
When I entered it there were two officers to my right, one couple to my left, and four workers. After a little discussion I got them to make me some hash browns which I ate so fast I didn't realize what happened. As I did so one of the officers came to me and said my food looked good. I said it is and finished eating before starting the first of my six glasses of water. Once the police were gone I made my way to the gas station nearby and looked over the maps. I asked the attendant a few questions about the area. Somewhat satisfied I turned around and saw a sheriff with a huge potbelly.
I asked him about any shortcuts from I-95 to I-16. He said he doesn't know but will call his partner. About twenty minutes later, ten of which consisted of them talking to each other outside, his partner approached me. It was the same officer who talked to me about my food.
"So where are you headed?"
"in the end, middle Georgia."
"That isn't what I asked you. Where are you headed?"
Thinking over my answer I told him I just want to know of a shortcut to I-16.
"I'm not going to take you there." He stares at me.
"I wasn't asking you to, I just need a tip."
"You can't stay here overnight."
"I…didn't plan to stay here."
"Okay." He stares at me harder. "Go on."
I leave and head back to the Huddle House. I was walking almost all day and was still thirsty. I at least wanted to be hydrated before I set up camp for the night.
One of the workers ask me what I'm doing back and I told her I wanted some water while I look at my map (the highway one posted here). She gives me my water, I thank her, and silently sip on it. About five minutes later the same cop shows back up and stands next to me.
"What are you doing here?"
"Drinking water. I'm really thirsty."
"The people don't want you here."
I look around me. The two workers who were there didn't have the time to text or call anyone, nor was I asked to leave by anyone. A black family of four sits silently in the corner, looking at what's going on quickly before going back to eating their food. It dawns on me what kind of town this is.
"Did I do something wrong?"
"No. They just don't want you here."
"Okay. I'll get going." I say to him. He smiles.
I walk down the road and spot a big tree which cast a large dark shadow just outside of the town. I set up my tarp as a bedroll, put my blanket over me, and used my packs as a pillow. I fall asleep to some black metal, thinking the morning will be better.
The next morning I pack up my gear, empty the cup I got from Huddle House in preparation for some tea, and make my way toward the gas station. I pour the hot water for the coffee tap and make my way to the bathroom. Once I leave the restroom with a hot cup of tea with a few packets of raw sugar, an attendant yells at me.
"YOU GONA' PAY FOR THAT REFILL!?"
I turn and ask her what she meant.
"You were over there!" She says, pointing at the drink area.
"To get hot water for my tea."
She sighs then replies "Fine go.". Then under her breath she tells me not to come back. I ask her what she said and she said she didn't say anything. I end up leaving the store and after failing to get anything from flying a sign for an hour, I walk from the city.
Unless you like pain and harassment. Stay the fuck away from Midway.
