I spent the night in another anonymous Motel 6 within earshot of the interstate – this time in Harrisonburg, Virginia. Ate a bad Mexican dinner at Dona Rosa’s Authentica Comida Mexicana (served by strangely blond Mexicans). I managed to break my helmet visor but found a replacement in town and headed towards Charlottesville, Virginia. The route 33 takes you through the Shenandoah National Park which looks quite nice – although the rain and fog were so heavy I couldn’t really take in much of it.
Alexander House Charlottesville, VA
Charlottesville seems like a habitable place, I’ve seen people walking the streets and riding bikes for the first time on my trip – a dot of blue in a sea of red politically. I found a nice place to stay called Alexander House, a house run by a collective of six owners with a distinctly hippy atmosphere. There are only two others staying here and I have it too myself for the afternoon – it’s $40 for a dorm bed and recommendable.
Indeed, after walking through the Bedford neighbourhood and through the center
Charlottesville seems like a charming place. After Denny’s, McDonalds, Chili’s, Subway, Papa Johns, Long John Silvers, KFC, Burger King it’s been a surprise to see Tapas, Sushi and other signifiers of urban yuppiedom. The Blue Moon Diner – was off the main pedestrian mall near the state run liquor store (the LCBO looks good in comparison) – and was a cool place to sit and watch the locals chat with each other.






