Norlans - Vancleave, Mississippi
Trip Start Nov 01, 2012
23Trip End Nov 28, 2012
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I left off last time after my first day in New Orleans. Lets go back there....
I checked out after night 2, left my humungous bag at reception at the Cotton Exchange Inn and took to the streets once again. I walked the length of Bourbon Street until I got a sense that I was perhaps moving too far down, and then took a side alley towards the French Quarter. I had my bearings now so pretty much knew which direction to head towards. Besides my daypack and my San Francisco T-shirt, I really looked like I belonged here. The weather was superb an there are loads of tourists still.
I did find my way to the French market and came very close to ending up at Cafe Du Mond once again, but that would've just been wrong so I decided to find a reputable place and try out the Gumbo
I then wandered the side streets some more admiring the architecture and some statues and ten back onto Bourbon Street. The clubs on Bourbon are endless, all next to each other straddling both sides of the street - it's amazing how they all keep going and 24/7. At this point the gumbo had moved passed my waistline so I decided to head back to the hotel, quickly, rather than use a public street toilet. When I was done there, I figured I may as well head to the bus station even though it was still a good 6 hours until my bus was leaving for Biloxi. So the doorman hailed me a cab and Buddy aka Doctor Love took me to the station for $10. So I got my ticket and headed outside to sit in the garden and write my blog. Except when I sat down on the grass, I couldn't find my phone. With absolute horror I remember I'd left it in the toilet at the hotel. My whole life is on that phone so I ran across to the Sheriff located in the terminal and explained my story and he allowed me to use his phone to di 911 - well not quite - but I got the number for the Cotton Exchange and called them and was told that someone had handed it in. Seriously! Someone had handed in an iPhone? My iPhone. So I rushed out to a waiting cab and for $20, Johnny took me to the hotel and back to the station. And that's how I met Johnny. Johnny who I ended up spending the whole afternoon with. Who kept me amused from start to finish. Who took me to the back end of New Orleans to get a bag of "the best" Louisiana style crawfish and who sat with me on the sidewalk of the station and showed me how to eat these ugly little critters. He took just as much fun out of watching me, as I did out of this whole experience. This is what I will always remember as Southern Hospitality. Granted, by the end of the afternoon Johnny was trying to convince me to shack up with him coz he's a good church going man... But I told him I can't cook so I really wouldn't be the beat choice of woman for him - he seemed happy with that. An finally 6:30pm arrived and I was on my way to Biloxi, Mississippi to spend the weekend with the Steenkamps...