New Orleans

We awoke on Thursday morning, still in a Lowes carpark, still
in lost in New Orleans, but thankful for the sunshine, at least!
We had a plan; find the internet!

The internet can be a pretty tough cookie to find. Cookie. Heee.

But we tracked him down, in a hospital, and used his knowledge
to find us an RV park to spend the night.

Thankyou internet!

So, we got parked up by ealy afternoon, tried to converse with
some bloke who didn't understand a word we were saying, and
headed off into New Orleans, proper.

We caught a bus, and got stared at the entire time for being the
only white folk around. It didn't feel hostile this time, at least.

We hoppped off in the French Quarter, which is where the famous
streets, like Bourban, and the streetcars are. It was all quaint
streets and pretty houses. Definitely more Blanche than Stella.

We stopped at a bar and ate fries covered in all sorts of fatty
delights. Not very Louisianan, but they sure tasted good.

The bar was serving two dollar drinks. So we abused this until
we could abuse no more.

We moved on to another bar, and abused ourselves with more.
We met a bloke called Matthew, a caricature artist from Michigan.
He sat and drank with us a while. I don't remember what we spoke
about, but he was cool. Although I do remember feeling slightly
disconcerted with the caricature thing.

We got a taxi back to our RV park, and slept.

This morning we fed our hangovers a fried chicken breakfast and are
currently awaiting our laundry before we hit the road, once again.