Author: andrasthehun

Bike Theft at Hotel and Digital Locks


May 16, 2026

This episode happened in Greenville, SC, on May 6. We came to cycle in GA, SC, NC, and VA, had our bikes on a Thule bike rack fastened to the back of the car, and locked with a plastic-covered braided wire cable. Well, the bikes were stolen overnight at the La Quinta, Heywood Hotel, where we stayed a couple of years ago, and we thought it was a safe place to leave the bikes on the bike rack, locked. I find it difficult to describe my feelings when I discovered the bikes had been stolen. I felt violated, ashamed for being stupid for not thinking to take the bikes inside the hotel, and upset at the same time. The built-in cable into the Thule bike rack gave me a sense of security, which was one reason that I bought this bike rack. It turned out to be a false sense of security. But the cable was cleanly cut with a wire cutter, and the straps holding the bikes down were snipped as well, but left in the grooves. It looked like it was a professional job.

When I exited the back door of the hotel and noticed there were no bicycles at the rear of my car, a very strange feeling of impending catastrophe came over me. I looked at the cut cable and the snipped straps, then immediately entered the hotel, walked to the reception, and, in a serious voice, described my misfortune to the clerk. He seemed stunned and said this had never happened at this hotel. Standard defensive comments that I did not believe for a moment but asked him what he suggested I do. The first thing he told me was that the hotel has signs posted in many locations stating they are not responsible for any items in cars parked in their lot. He suggested that I file a police report but did not offer to provide a phone number or call the police himself.

I asked whether the hotel monitors its parking lot? Yes, of course, he said they have cameras around the hotel and showed me the twenty-four or so live videos showing on a TV screen above the reception desk. So, I asked, ” Can you roll through the video stream showing the area at the back door where my car was?” He said it may not show anything, contrary to what a normal person would expect, perhaps because they turn off the cameras at night. And perhaps the overnight receptionist does not watch the cameras. I found our entire conversation wholly unsatisfactory. But what surprised me when I walked back to my car to take pictures of the cut cable was that I met a policeman who indicated they patrolled the area because of frequent criminal activity. I filed a report with the policeman and then walked back to the hotel and conferred with the Assistant Manager, who expressed the mandatory sorry for the incident but emphasized again that the hotel is not responsible for objects in or attached to the car on their lot, although my property insurance may cover loss of personal assets.

I thought the security around the hotel was lacking, despite the cameras placed throughout the exterior. Cameras do not provide security unless they are monitored in real time.

At a bike store in Durham, NC, I bought a Kryptonite bicycle lock after consulting with the store manager. He explained that the only 100% way to keep a bicycle safe is to take it into the hotel where one is staying when traveling. His bike was stolen once, and since then, he has always taken it into the hotel when traveling. But locks help when stopping for a coffee during the day; people looking for a bike are unlikely to steal one with a lock on it during the daytime in a parking lot.

Armed with this information and the newly purchased lock, I started my car and noticed a Starbucks sign at a Barnes & Noble bookstore. It was time for a good coffee, so I entered the store. I thought it advisable to empty my bladder before buying a coffee and starting on Interstate 40 towards Winston-Salem, and searched for the washroom in the bookstore. The door had a digital lock. OK. I searched for an attendant to learn the code. While serving a customer, she handed me a small piece of paper with a five-digit code.

The code worked, but I wondered what the purpose of using the code was; would they refuse to provide the piece of paper to anyone? It inconveniences customers who must ask for the code. But the process also gives the attendants an opportunity to assess the customer requesting the code. Is that the purpose of using a code to access the washrooms? And how do the attendants assess whether to provide the code to the customers? Or do they think that if the washroom is not open, some customers would just walk out of the store? I found the system interesting, but couldn’t understand its purpose or how it would be used. It inconveniences customers and gives store clerks an opportunity to assess who wants to use the washroom. But would they ever refuse a customer the use of the washroom, and on what basis?

These are just a couple of ad hoc examples of security methods. But clearly, one purpose of security systems is to identify people who may commit criminal activity, cause damage, or be unsavory and/or undesirable to visit the premises. While monitored cameras can be useful, digital locks are less so without articulated policies on who is allowed to have the code.

Exploring Covington, GA: A Family Dinner and Scenic Trails


May 10, 2026

We drove to Covington, GA, to have dinner with our granddaughter, who works in Atlanta. Covington is within the Atlanta metro area. And it has the Cricket Frog Trail, which we wanted to ride and compare to the Spanish Moss Trail, which we rode in Beaufort, SC, a day earlier.

The hotel we stayed at was unique for having a four-story-high atrium with a skylight in the middle. The rooms were accessible via an open corridor running around each floor facing the atrium. We have never stayed in a hotel with such singular architecture, although the concept is similar to that of havelis in Rajasthan, except that havelis have uncovered courtyards.

The hotel in Covington with atrium

Arriving early afternoon gave us time to go downtown and walk around before meeting our granddaughter for dinner. Covington Square in the middle of town reminded me of the zócalos in Mexican towns, but without pre-teens approaching to offer to shine your shoes, even your running shoes that do not need a shine.

In the middle of the square was a statue honoring the Confederate soldiers who had perished during the Civil War. Paved walkways crisscrossed the square, with people resting on benches along the walkways, enjoying the mild weather. And there were people walking around the square, sitting at a café, and shopping in funky stores that populated the street fronts around the square.

The Confederate monument

The Clocktower, which is part of the courthouse, dominates the square. It reminded me of the dominating churches at the Mexican zócalos. While researching the history of the Clocktower, I came across an AI summary that described it as a “classic design with detailed architecture” built in the early 1900s. That is pure nonsense. What is classic design? And what is detailed architecture? Then I found another history on Wikipedia stating that it was designed in 1884 in the Second Empire style by Bruce&Morgan, after the original courthouse burnt down in 1883. I believe the second description rings truer because of its specificity.

The Clocktower, the Mystic Grill and the Shrimp and Grits

We had dinner at the Mystic Grill, located next to the Clocktower. The shrimp and grits were one of the best I have ever had; they were made with stone-ground grits, bacon, garlic, shallots, cilantro, and lime juice. The next best shrimp and grits I had was a week ago at Jekyll Island, GA, where the dish contained mushrooms, cheese, and andouille sauce.

The restaurant was noisy, making conversation difficult for me, especially with the larger tables to talk across and the conversations ricocheting in the dining room. But the atmosphere was very inviting, with a 2-story-high coffered ceiling and local historical pictures and memorabilia on the walls.

But Covington has some antebellum homes, the most famous of which is Twelve Oaks, which served as the model for the 1939 film Gone with the Wind. The 1939 movie was based on Margaret Mitchell’s book of the same name, published in 1936. A pricey B&B today with themed rooms and a manicured, landscaped yard, it still features the 12 oak trees around the home, from which the name was derived.

The Twelve Oaks B&B

We rode the Cricket Frog Trail the next day, a 14-mile-long rail-to-trail, once traveled by the Central of Georgia Railroad. The paved trail is a bit hilly with some curves; I wondered about how fast the trains moved along it. We started riding at the rural trailhead and cycled towards Covington. Once we reached the outskirts of the town and encountered traffic, we turned back. It was a pleasant ride, and I saw many estates along the trail.

Coming back to the two rail-to-trails we rode, one in Beaufort, SC, the Spanish Moss Trail, and the other in Covington, GA, the Cricket Frog Trail, I prefer the Cricket Frog for having mostly cyclists and a shaded pathway along the way. The Spanish Moss Trail runs through more urbanized areas, with walkers and people walking dogs, contributing to slower cycling and frequent shouts of “on the left”. And it was also mostly a straight path, which felt boring at times. However, there are a couple of nice coffee shops in Port Royal at the end of the trail and a rookery that boasted innumerable birds, a very cool experience. And I like to end my rides at a coffee shop with quality coffee and some sweets. For riding, the Cricket Frog Trail is better, but for interest, the Spanish Moss Trail is preferable.

Cycling Through Jekyll and St. Simons Islands: A Historical Journey


May 4, 2026

Exploring the Historical Layers of Jekyll and St. Simons Islands in Georgia: A Cyclist’s Journey with Road Scholar. History is woven into nearly every stop and story on these remarkable islands, from grand clubs and pivotal events to deeply meaningful landmarks.

We cycled for a few hours each day, spending the rest of the time visiting historical and other unique sites across the two barrier islands.

Among the many stops we made on Jekyll Island, the most fascinating story for me involved the Jekyll Island Club and its founders. The original owner of the Island, Eugene du Bignon, a Frenchman, sold it to New York investors looking for a wintering place for hunting and recreation in 1886. Fifty shares were sold to industry elites in New York, including the Morgans, the Rockefellers, the Vanderbilts, and other titans of industry. Joseph Pulitzer was one of the original owners as well. He built his fortune publishing the St. Louis Dispatch-Post and later the New York World. A hotel was built, and some shareholders also built “their cottages,” which measured up to 10,000 square feet. The cottages had no kichens, all the people ate at the Club.

The Jekyll Island Clubhouse and the dining room. Below are two cottages.

Among the Club’s many noteworthy events was a 1910 gathering of American financial leaders, who drafted legislation that would later serve as the foundation for the Federal Reserve system.

The depression impacted the industrialist owners of Jekyll Island and their use of the Club diminished. Also, travel opportunities expanded in the 1940s, and the original owners’ descendants lost interest in Jekyll Island and the Club. After the Club closed in 1942, the Island was expropriated by the State of Georgia in 1947 for $647,000, designated a historic landmark, and turned into a State Park managed by a Governor-appointed Commission.

The architecture of the Clubhouse is in the Queen Anne style, with a typical four-story turret, wraparound porches, and complex rooflines. The interior is in the Gilded Age style, with luxurious furnishings that made me think about how the ultrarich lived in the late 1800s and early 1900s. Thwae Clubhouse is a magnificent building in my opinion and is open as a luxury hotel today.

Turning to another chapter of the island’s history, the story of the Wanderer stood out. This luxury schooner, built in 1856, was converted into a slave ship two years later. Businessmen brought over more than 400 slaves from the Congo in 1858 to Jekyll Island and sold the slaves in the South, that was against federal law since 1808 in the United States. The businessmen were indicted but not convicted, and the ship was seized by the Union Navy and later sunk by Cuba. The Wanderer Memory Trail on Jekyll Island relates the story of the slaves brought over from Africa. I found the exhibits along the trail fascinating, espemcially the musical instruments and the foods the black people brought over from Africa. Walking along the trail and listening to the audio stories gave me a bad feeling.

On St. Simons Island, two key points of interest drew my attention. First was Harrington House, which was once a one-room schoolhouse for black children in grades 1 to 7. Inside the building were pictures and artifacts related to the schoolhouse’s operation, as well as information about the students who attended. After the Brown v. Board of Education decision in 1954 (the desegregation legislation), the school closed, and the students were transferred to the wider public school system in Brunswick. The school docent was from the local community and had vast knowledge of the school’s history and explained that the island’s black population has decreased due to gentrification, falling from over 80 percent to just 1 to 2 percent of the current 13,000 residents.

The island’s past also comes alive at Fort Frederika, built in 1736 by James Oglethorpe. Now a National Monument, the fort was at the heart of 18th-century debates between Spanish and British governments over lands south of Savannah. Oglethorpe asked the King for a land grant to establish a colony, to serve as a defense against the Spanish. Like civil war sites, the Fort Frederika National Monument is a grassy field today with remnants of buildings and ramparts.

Oglethorpe was a visionary, and in 1736, he laid out a town, a utopian kind of village with streets forming a grid pattern, giving each resident a 50-by-100-foot piece of land on which to build a house and a fifty-acre site for agricultural uses. And he brought over from England indebted people in prison as colonists.

Fort Frederika.

I learned that the houses were built with “tabby”, a material made of crushed seashells, mixed with sand and water, the combination of which resembles concrete.

Before concluding my journey, I visited another unique destination: the Georgia Sea Turtle Center on Jekyll Island. It is a hospital for sick turtles as well as an educational and research center. I learned that turtles lay hundreds of eggs a few times a year, but only after reaching 30 years of age; after that, they lay eggs every second year up until they die, which might be at 100 years of age. But only one egg will grow into a full turtle out of 3,000 eggs!

The expert also explained that after the eggs hatch, the baby turtles are guided by moonlight to find their way into the water. She advised us not to use flashlights at night when watching the move of the turtles because that may confuse them and lead them away from the water.

Tanks with recuperating turtles.

In addition to listening to an expert on turtles describing their lives, we observed technicians examining a turtle in a lab, behind a window. Next to the exhibition space on turtles was an industrial warehouse, filled with huge tanks housing recuperating turtles. Interestingly, there was only one turtle in each tank. Apparently, turtles are solitary animals, and if more than one is in a tank, they attack each other. Most of the turtles in the tanks came from Cape Cod; the cold water at the Cape caused hypothermia in turtles and were brought to this hospital for recuperation.

Visiting the two barrier islands offered a unique window into American history—from colonial times, through the Civil War and Gilded Age, to the civil rights period. The experience reminded me how these islands encapsulate the evolving story of the region, illustrating why their preservation and interpretation matter so much today.

Cycling on Jekyll Island, Georgia, with a Road Scholar group


April 29, 2026

The challenge we faced while riding around Jekyll Island was using a coaster bike. It was unexpected, and we have not used those bikes in decades. It took some time to reacquaint ourselves with getting on and off those bikes.

Another challenge was cycling up the sand dunes with only one gear. Stopping was the final challenge when the cyclist just ahead of us suddenly stopped. We were to follow each other by one bicycle length. Most of us decided to follow the cyclist ahead of us by 30 feet.

We found the local drivers very courteous; they stopped for us and let us cross the road, even though it took a few minutes for the twenty of us to cross, riding in a peloton.

But once we got on the bikes, the pathways and scenery were worth the trouble of getting going on the coaster bikes. The island pathways were all paved, although I prefer dirt roads, in case I fall. Falling on the pavement could be painful. We were comfortable riding during the weekdays, but I suspect that on the weekends, cycling traffic might be heavy, especially given the pavement width, which was not 8 feet wide.

Our group is getting organized below, and the landscape along the ocean pathway.

The pathways circle the island, offering magnificent views of the ocean on one side. On the other side, the paths ring hotels, beach houses. The landscaping was outstanding on the entire island.

I found one disadvantage of riding in a group is the lack of opportunity to stop and take pictures when approaching a particularly attractive landscape. On the other hand, the guides lead us to the most photogenic sites.

We saw one of those unique sites today, Driftwood Beach. The picture below describes it better than I could.

The oldest tree on the Island, a live oak, was also spectacular with its huge overhanging branches.

We averaged 8 miles per hour riding. Surprisingly, we spent only 2 to 3 hours riding while being on the road all day. The reason is that we visited historical, cultural, and environmental sites, enriching Jekyll Island. But just riding on Jekyll Island alone is a very rewarding experience and I would certainly recommend it. Next time, however, I will take my road bikes and not use the coaster bikes available for rent.

The Round Table in Winston-Salem, NC; Discussion of Gun Laws


April 23, 2026

The round table is in a courtyard providing access to four spacious bungalows. In one of those lives my brother-in-law and his wife, whom we visit a few times a year. Weather permitting, we sit around the round table each day for cocktail hour and discuss affairs, current and past. The volume of the discourse escalates proportionally to the amount of alcohol we consume and the nature of the subject matter.

The subject last night was a shooting at a local high school. Two people died, and four were injured, all under 18 years of age; they were high school students. It was a prearranged brawl. I have never heard of this type of get-together, where gangs or just groups of people arrange to meet for a fight, or brawl, or whatever. One of us at the round table described his experiences with such brawls in the past, except that there were no guns in those days. It was baseball bats, with which he said, “they beat the shit out of each other.” But with guns, the situation has changed. Of the five injured students, four were girls, and one was only twelve years old.

NC has an open carry law, meaning that one can carry a gun visibly. Sitting with us around the table, Wes and Beth have guns; Wes has a couple of dozen guns, a variety, including an AR15. The most expensive firearm he ever bought was US$3000. And following the law, he locks the guns away when not in use. He said that he used to carry one all the time, but less so now. He used to go to the gun range for practice and took courses for gun owners. Beth also used to practice on the range. They have never had to use a firearm, but Wes explained that it makes him feel safer carrying one. He also has a license for a “concealed weapon,” which allows him to carry a weapon on his body in a concealed location.

Huw does not have a gun but said some people attending his church may carry them, not visibly, because one cannot open carry a gun in a church or in government buildings. Why would anyone carry a gun into a church, into God’s house? Where one should believe in love and friendship and respect their neighbor, and so on. Isn’t this a contradiction of your beliefs?

I asked Wes why he has guns when he has never experienced the need for one. He said that the situation may arise when he needs one, when approchng suspicious looking people. Huw suggested that we should do away with guns, teasing Wes. But no, Wes said that “the bad guys can always acquire guns even if the government took all firearms away from people. And then the bad guys would have guns while the good guys would have no defense.” I asked whether he had forgotten about the police’s role in safety. But, of course, the police would take some time to respond, while people present, with guns, could take charge of the situation and shoot the shooter, was the response.

This take-charge attitude seemed to be Wes’ preferred approach to life and demonstrated his manliness by arriving in his huge Ford Explorer (six cylinders with 450 hp) and stepping out of the cab with a beer in hand.

Statistics on firearms I have read clearly indicate that in countries with strict gun laws or where guns are outlawed, the homicide rate by firearms is very low, compared to the US rates, by many orders of magnitude. But of course, how would the US get rid of guns, and at what cost? Not only financial but also political costs.

Just this morning, I read that there have been over one hundred seventy school shootings this year in the US. That is a huge number, and how many students have been killed? I think that this gun culture, with overtones of machismo, is vastly overrated and costly.

Some nasty overtones and dark broodings come to my mind when guns are used in video games and in real life. I have no hope that there is the political will to change this violent and aggressive behavior in the short run, that results from our fascination with gun culture. But then again, I realize that children, especially boys, like to play soldiers, and perhaps it is built into our genes, going back in history as part of the evolution of human society.

And just what happened this morning here in Winston-Salem, another school shooting, right after the school shooting yesterday. Two boys got involved in an argument with one shooting the other. The shooter was arrested shortly after.

The round table discussion was interesting, and we did not get into any uncivilized arguments. I did not learn anything new, except for some details about how open and concealed carry laws work. And I was flabbergasted to learn that some people attending church may carry a gun as a matter of course. But I have never met people before, who believe in having guns, practice shooting, and firmly believe in the value of carrying guns on their bodies in everyday life.