Time out on Tybee Island
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Since our bottoms were paler than the ghosts of Savannah, we decided to slap some bbq sauce on that white meat.
Tybee Island (20 minute drive from Savannah)
Bianca and Kjersti waiting for the first meal on the island where the elite eat in their bare feet.
Elite eating in bare…
Kjersti Sittin’ at the doc of the bay - watching the tiiiiiides roll away…
Not so elite - but very patriotic waiting for the fire works on July 3rd.
Oysters for 25 cents at Bernie’s.
4th of July fire works on July 3rd. No one knew why… but it was beautiful.
Charles works the reception at Howard Johnson. He visited a lot of countries while in the marines, but all he got was this lousy shirt. He was such a southern gentleman that he didn’t bust Bianca stealing towels off the maides trolly - allthough he caught it all on securiy camera. Thanks Charles.
After Katarina and Helena arrived we moved to Ocean Plaza where we were greeted by these festive girls.
Finally all together - on the last hotel bed left on the island. 4 girls in one King - yes, we can!
The Strip - aka Meatpacking of Tybee Island…
There was loads of action going on. Activities include: ice cream eating, y’alling to strangers and killing time.
Kjersti hanging with Miss Beach Bum 2008 at Doc’s (no joke).
Amazing gazing… Helena, Katarina and Bianca.
Sting ray fishing. The fisherman told us that he got 7 sharks in one day.
So little time, so much to do. At the local scare-aoke spot you could sing, dance, play pool, dart or fall in loooove…
Hitting the road without a car, a plan, a map, a health kit, a hotel room or cell reception we were in desperate need for assistance. So we decided to take over Monty’s landline - and his coffee shop…
The only right way to leave the island in style; CRAB CAB! (yeah, we had to take a cab to the air port to pick up the car.
Next stop: Jacksonville, Florida
STAY TUNED!
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