Big thanks to the Hotel Brunswick for giving me a very nice charitable discount on the room last night, and a very chillaxing stay it was. Lancaster is an unusual place. Like many of the cities I've already gone through it felt pretty abandoned. In the UK city centres are the heart of the community but here, it seems those wealthy enough have left for their cozy rural communities and interstate shopping malls, leaving the centres for the blue collar workers and homeless, which i think is a bit sad.

To be fair to Lancaster, this morning was much better as it was friday market day, there was a good vibe and i had a yummy Italian sub from one of the stalls. It almost made up for the giant screen and speakers that were put up in the square outside my room at 10pm so people could watch Ghostbusters. I've been singing that song all day now, not good.

14 miles later and over the Susquehanna river in the rain i was yet again stuck for a place to camp. And it was raining. And my feet hurt. But wait....a light....yes there's a bar! It is a sad fact of life that i no longer go into bars to chat up the ladies(not that i was a gold medallist in that anyway) but to get chummy with the locals to find a place to stay. The local beer is very cheap and apparently there's a wet t-shirt competition about to start. Well i did say i wanted to taste the REAL America.