Doing the Charleston

Having passed quickly through Miami (more lice than vice) I'm relaxing in Charleston. The Greyhound bus trip was reasonably stressful, but in fact got me here on time and none of the security guards shot me (one wanted to, but contained himself). And I made the journey from the Greyhound depot (they put them in the middle of nowhere, obviously) to the hostel with only one bus journey and a reasonable walk.
The hostel here is nice, which is good because the one in Miami was crummy and I was hoping for better. Charleston is nice too, which again makes a pleasant change from the frankly underwhelming bits of Miami that I got to see. The neighbourhood that I'm staying in is a wierd mix of up and coming and guys outside the local store drinking from the traditional brown paper bag. Even the guys with the bags seem friendly enough, although you wanted want to engage in more than a hi, how you doing kind of conversation.
Downtown upped and came back when we owned it, and it's still mighty posh today. The amount of money just in the cars driving past is unbelievable.
Anyhoo, the sun is nearly over the yardarm so I'm going up to the verandah with a beer - it's actually the law here.