Day fifteen of the Bukkit Tour brings us to our final destination, Virginia Beach, VA. We packed up our room in the morning and loaded up the car. We couldn't check into our hotel at Virginia Beach until 4:00. Checkout time at the Holiday Inn was 11:00 so we had five hours to kill. We decided to hit up Colonial Williamsburg to see if there was anything we could quickly visit before making our way to the beach. We parked the car and started walking around and what to our wondering eyes should appear but Boy Scouts. Scouts as far as the eye could see and now they were armed with Snap-N-Pops. There's nothing more annoying than dozens of teenage boys throwing Snap-N-Pops at each other. We quickly sought refuge in a local eatery.
It was a fine restaurant, but it just wasn't our lucky day. We got the no-confidence n00B waiter, Laela received the wrong sandwich (which ended up being tasty), and I got a bowl full of cucumbers. I hate cucumbers. Since we were in the south, Laela also ordered a mint julep. The bartender filled must've filled up the glass 3/4 of the way with whiskey because it was STRONG. You could smell it before the waiter put it down on the table. Needless to say, there wasn't much of that consumed and it was actually the most expensive thing we ordered (more than our entrees). After lunch we went over to the visitor's center to see if there was anything of interest and didn't really find anything. So we made our way through a few gift shops and then set out for the beach.
For the most part, the ride to the beach was uneventful but there was one memorable moment. About three cars ahead of us there were a pair of ladies riding metric cruiser motorcycles. Traffic had slowed down to a crawl. The next thing you know, someone jerk in an automobile cuts the two motorcycles off and the second one ended up on the ground. The first bike didn't see the second bike drop, nor did the RV they were travelling with because it was up front. Traffic stopped and I threw on my flip flops and hopped out of the car (Laela was driving) to go and make sure the lady was okay. She seemed to be fine but she was shaken up. She was also incapable of lifting her Vulcan 900 off of the ground. I stood the bike up for her and helped her and her bike over to the side of the road. The motorcycle wouldn't start after being on it's side because there was no gas in the carbs. By then the The RV had pulled over and the other rider she was with came over and started yelling at her. They were both of Eastern European origin and not speaking English. I asked them if they wanted any help getting the bike started but they waved me off. So I hopped back into the car and we arrived shortly thereafter at Virginia Beach.
The Countryside Hotel we are staying at is kind of a dump but it's the only hotel that had a "suite" available during the time we were booking. It's got a great ocean view though. We really just hung out in the hotel room, went to the beach for a little bit, got cleaned up and went out to dinner at Otani, yet another hibachi restaurant.
After dinner we performed a Behler family vacation ritual and found a miniature golf course. It was Pirate's Paradise Mini Golf. It was just like any other mini-golf in a tourist trap town, but the best thing about this was it's proximity to an AWFUL lounge band playing at an adjacent bar's outdoor patio. They were singing all of today's top 40 hits but the singer couldn't carry a tune if it had a handle on it. It's made all eighteen holes painfularious. Got a couple of good photos with the "pirates" and then left. While we were leaving we got to witness yet another auto accident. A stupid woman was trying to text and light a cigarette at the same time, ran a red light and got slammed into by a mini-van. There are cops all over the place at Virginia Beach so it wasn't but one minute before one had showed up. We drove back to the hotel afterwards and went to sleep. Looking forward to an uneventful day sixteen.
