Myrtle Beach is the main city in northern South Carolina. It's a kind of local family tourism hub (meaning, for the neighboring states). The city is like a Kinder Surprise, i.e., it also consists of 6 parts at most:) After we found housing—in one day (unfurnished, but with a washer, dishwasher, dryer, huge fridge, internet, etc.—that's where we lived all summer), and went to get our Social Security numbers, 2 weeks passed in unsuccessful, at first fun, then tired, then angry and envious job hunting) By May 20th, Myrtle is already full of our people and Ukrainians, especially the latter, apparently their exams are a bit earlier. When we finally got jobs (which is great, all three of us in one place), and someone even found a second one, the usual routine began. I don't know if it's just us or not, but the days went by one after another, replacing each other so quickly that we didn't even have time to remember them by date. Everyone had days off at different times, so we only gathered together around 12 AM after work, and the next morning someone had to be in by 9... But Myrtle was memorable for: 1) A Vietnam veteran living downstairs who, to escape overwhelming memories, would blast heavy rock at night and mow the grass with a machete he forged himself. 2) Mexican neighbors who didn't understand a word of English but would shout "MMMM, chikkka)))" at the girls. 3) A guy killed in front of our house, 5 minutes after we had walked past that spot. 4) Two night visits from the police, who suspected us (or rather me) of pimping and attempted murder. 5) A careless, friendly "What's up, nigga?))" said to a Black guy. 6) A trip to Columbia (the state capital), when a tire went flat exactly halfway there. 7) Our best friend there, a Marine, who was also: - A sniper with -7 vision, who shot in Iraq ONLY with our Mosin rifle and gave us a '46 cartridge, which we later smuggled across the border, only to find out later that it's up to 15 years in prison for "possession of ammunition." - A Mason. - Had been to jail twice for defending women. - The owner of an awesome Harley. - Knew sign language. - And so on and so forth)) 8) Buying a car, when, while choosing a ride, we stumbled upon a super specimen without any seats except the driver's, splattered with paint inside and out because it was a painter's former car, with wire instead of a handbrake and consuming 1L of gas per kilometer))) It cost $2000, by the way. I still don't understand why I didn't buy it))) And a bunch of other things... However, for the last 2 weeks, we couldn't wait for the first day of our trip to arrive. Moreover, because we had to be in Myrtle on August 30th for a work bonus, we had to split the trip into 2 parts. And on the 25th, we desperately wanted to be at Cape Canaveral, as NASA was launching one of the last shuttles in history))
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