The next day we woke up in Charleston, WV where we’d decided to spend the night listening to the southern locals arguing about who gives the least amount of f**ks. Which was definitely hilarious.
These buildings are bloody old so predate the prohibition era hence you can see bars on the windows so as to stop drunken reprobates, such as Laurence and I, from breaking in and attempting to steal the booze, however in our case we’d probably get too drunk and pass out and get caught.
As the tour concluded we held an experiment to see how many complimentary shots of their bourbon we could drink before getting thrown out. Turns out it was only 2. This was probably for the best as we were then continuing our drive through Southern Kentucky 200 miles and into Tennessee and arriving at one of America’s music capitals, Nashville.