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You
cannot leave South Carolina without a night with Pedro. Under tussled
sheets with the hint of tequila on his breath, he waits for you in the
tackiest motel in America: South of the Border. From the hundreds of
miles of day-glo billboards that entice motorists of god-awful puns
(“you never sausage a place”) to the giant neon caricature
of Pedro so offensive that the Mexican embassy once complained, South
of the Border has grown much since its 1949 beginnings as a beer stand.
Featuring 300 rooms, “heir conditioned” honeymoon suites,
and a sombrero-shaped restaurant, SOB (yep, that’s what locals
call it) absolutely will draw you into its quirky orbit.
Sumter, SC, Motel
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