Back in 1976 when we drove home from Florida, my dad stopped at South of the Border, a super kitschy souvenir complex which is right on the South Carolina/North Carolina line. I remembered it being colourful, crowded, somewhat dazzling, and of course all the funny billboards on the way. I asked Russell if he minded stopping on the way home. The billboards were plentiful and amusing.
However when we got there, I found it so run down that the first thought in my head was 'what a dump'. I'd assumed we were going to be here at least an hour with me looking around and probably eating at the restaurant. Nope. I wasn't going near that restaurant. The whole place was just so hinky and creepy.
I achieved my goals of souvenirs and a pressed penny but the store was just too weird. The whole vibe there was weird.
I wanted to walk around outside a bit and get more pics despite it being so tacky and Russell didn't let me out of his sight, slowly driving along close by where I was walking.
Glad I stopped this time cause I won't be back.
