Day 8 - Beasts of the Southern Wild.
Weeeeeeeeeeellllll shit. My goodness and my golly gosh. The south is proving to be everything I'd hoped it would be, and much, much more. Start with perfect weather, add hilarity, the fattest people in the world and alcohol and you'd be getting close. THEN ADD GATORS!
So after leaving Austin, we punched through to Port Arthur, Texas, in the process declaring ourselves the world's first Industrial Wasteland Tourists. Driving in at dusk was incredible: thousands of blinking lights and smoking or flaming towers greeted us as we powered past the mega-refineries. Mad Max with a perfect sunset; The Road with a great soundtrack. The next morning, we punched down the awesome Route 82: The Creole Nature Trail. Sensations canopies, incredible brown water and signs warning about GATORS. We'd arrived in Louisiana.
The move into New Orleans was awesome. The city was even better. Live music, live energy, live wires: we had a blast. We completely avoided Bourben St (which sucked, tourist hell). But we explored everywhere else. Such interesting chats: met a perfume man, and talked shop for hours, even ended up buying this (Kennedy used to wear it!). Frenchmans Street and Royal Street were incredible, as was the WW2 Museum. Day two saw us invest in a day of Motor Tourism: while the rest of the guys wandered, Tommy, Stefie and I hoped into the Thunderpussy and took off around the city, even having a poke around the desolate Ward 9. After being all but completely destroyed by Katrina, the area is now....weird. Imagine your average block of houses, then remove all but one. That's it: but it's coming back to life (thanks Brad Pitt!!).
Today sees us moving up the Mississippi. Good times ahead.