Em and Jon’s Wedding

We packed and got on the road fairly promptly. This was mostly because I wanted to have a go at driving the Chelsea tractor. The drive was uneventful except for the ice cream machine at the Clara Burton service area (see day 15 on the ‘flog’).

Jon carefully planned the next part of our journey to Washington DC so that the hotel was at the end of the metro line and we wouldn’t have to battle with the traffic or pay for parking (the two return tickets were $7.40 - bargain). And as it happened he found a decent hotel at the end of the line in Camp Springs, which was a predominently black area so it was weird to be in the minority. One of the staff at the hotel was of course orginally from the UK (called herself a duck because she was from Aylesbury, Bucks) so ensued another conversation about the Motherland.

Once we got to Camp Spring and chucked our every-growing pile of luggage into the hotel, we went off to the local shops and bought supplies. The girl in the pizza place was very excited to discover we were from England because she ‘loves English accents’ and went into some impression from an advert - it all gets a bit embarrassing after a while.