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Friday 18th April, 1997

Panama City Beach
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
       
 


Stats.:

Route:
Biloxi(MI)
9010
98
Panama City Beach(FL)

Road Kill:
UNKNOWN----7
Birds------1
Raccoons---3
Armadillos 1

Today was a laundry day. This would not have warranted a mention, if it was not for the fact that, as my machine went into its spin cycle, the car's alarm went off. This happens a lot. It goes off if you just lean on the trunk. But people were gathered by the window, looking out at the parking lot and shaking their heads. So, I got worried. When I got outside I saw that some guy in a cream van with wood-effect paneling had reversed into my car! A moment later a squad car arrived. The officer had been across the street when he saw it happen. My car's driver side wing was a mangled mess. The van was unscathed. In many ways I was lucky because some how he had missed the wheel, the door and the lights. So, the car still works. I was also lucky that the police were there to control the situation, take information from us and fill out an official report. After a short time the original squad car was called away and another arrived to finish up the work. The man made some feeble attempt at pointing the blame at me but shut up when he saw the look on both the officer's and my own faces. After the forms were filled out, the man and the squad car left, I put my washing in the dryer and started calling around to get the insurance claim on the way. Everyone was incredibly helpful. The other customers made reassuring comments and offered help. Even so it took a few hours before I could leave.

I felt like a nervous basket case and just wanted to get the hell away from Biloxi.

As I crossed into Alabama, the beautiful homes stopped and the surrounding land was made up mainly of white sandy ground with pine or spruce trees. This continued until I was well into Florida and past Fort Walton beach. Now I could see the Gulf of Mexico through the line of beach houses. This entire area looks like a carbon copy of much of the Costa Del Sol. In both cases, beautiful, wooded beaches are being cleared and made into desirable beach front properties. Here, the architecture is only very slightly American Colonial. But it is so washed out and genericised, that it could be anywhere. One beach community - Seaside - was so putridly cute, with its pastel whiter shades of pail, that I felt ill. Naturally everyone was in four wheel drive vehicles and wearing Timberland.

I continued on to Panama City Beach, home of MTV's Spring Break '97. It is Friday night, so I should really check it out. But I will attempt to get online and update these pages before I head out. Let us hope my luck is better in this area.


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