Days 10 and 11 (we think)

We have a new favourite establishment, it's called the ruddy duck and
it sits just the on other side of a magnificent looping bridge into
morehead city, north Carolina. The reason we are currenty so content
begins around 9pm yesterday evening. After cooking dinner on the beach
at ocracoke we began to make our camping arrangements in the dunes.
Charles went up first and as I passed him on my way up, extolled the
virtues of our site. Upon finding his gear, I began to settle and
become one with nature, but apparently nature did not like this idea
and promptly set about smiting us. A mosquito plague of biblical
proportions rose out of the dunes and the fun truly began. Each of us
scurried around trying to gather all our gear and wipe the blanket of
bugs from our skin. I grabbed my bags and high-tailed it for the
beach, not much better. Having transported my gear I realised that
Charles had disappeared. Visions of him lying face first in the dunes
with a cloud of Mosquitos hovering above his lifeless, now bloodless,
frame. As I waited for my fallen comrade, I discovered that no method
of mosquito evasion is successful. Then I heard the screams, like
Romeo and Juliet we had both assumed the worst about the other, and
were waiting on opposite sides of the same dune. Having scurried from
the beach with our tails between our legs we set about finding a
campsite in town. Of course, the only tent berth left at 930 at night
was in what felt like the set of Beverly hills hillbilly. My narrative
abilities fail to capture the sterotype, but let it be known thant the
curses were freely flowing, aggressive metal bellowing, and crab legs
being tossed wontonly onto the floor. A famoly of four, the dirtiest
mouths I've encountered and using death metal to lull their slumbers
meant It took a lot of benadryl to get to sleep.

The morning began groggily and with death metal still playing. We
caught the ferry and finally got a good 2.5hours rest, only to be
greeted with a 25mph headwind in exactly the direction we wished to
travel. Forty downtrodden miles and three more unfriendly bridges
brought us to the ruddy duck, which I assure you, is the finest
establishment we've come across yet.

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