After staying in Panama City for four days, I left and spent the next three days on greyhound, in a very round about way of getting to Atlanta. Via Houston and Dallas.

Just as we left Dallas, it got black. Then the rumbling of thunder. Then rain.

For the next FIVE hours on the bus, we were surrounded by lightning and pouring rain. It was quite cool.

The next day, got to Atlanta, took the train to the airport, and checked into my last American hotel.

Being as it was my last night, I decided to paint the town a light shade of pink.

I got a haircut, and found and Irish bar. And wow, you can smoke inside!! Several hours and pints later, I challenged someone on the pool table and beat him. He was not pleased. Top black dude, beaten by a poor white limey! His friends complemented me on my game. Respect.

Hotel, bed.

Let's see what tomorrow brings...