Galax.

So, the Mexican restaurant, is in a town called Galax.

And by town, we mean Hickville.

The food was fantastic, price was ok, wait staff didn't speak English, but that's to be expected.


This is a Friday night, and there is maybe 5 tables filled out of a lot. We ask ourselves, why.

On the way out, we get a clue.

With the thickest of southern and hickish talk...

"Well, you'd think afta 4 years in prision, hed'a learnt his lessin."

Oh, no - they didn't go there.

Laughing back to the hotel, we realize that we'd like something to drink, and we stop at the 2nd (W) of the trip.

Enter the twilight zone.

This place was beyond bizzare.

There were all sorts of hicks/miscreants/and general back woods individuals there that scared the bejezus out of me.

It was something that when I got in the car, I just said "Drive, now!"

See, this only took me one visit to learn my lessin - not 4 years.

At this point, we just called it a day and headed on back, went to bed, and woke up for the next day.

And what a day.