Georgia

It’s warm. Very warm. Which made choosing a hire car quite an ordeal. Basically, I could pick any car in row A or B, but the heat just made you want to get in the nearest one and get the air cond on. We eventually settled on a Chevrolet. Well, it’s American. Or sounds it. Especially if you call it a Chevy.
So off we set up interstate 85 - Atlanta appearing ahead of us, and then I-75 to the satellite town of Kennesaw. With five hours difference from BST we strolled to a nearby Italian eatery with our body clocks saying it was about 1am, and strolled back at 3am totally bushed.
What about that Prigozhin though? There’s a surprise. And Hibs! OK, not so much.