|8th May 2004
Our short sojourn in Los Angeles is over and today we fly to New
Orleans in Louisiana. We decide to head off for LAX Airport very
early, just in case of traffic jams on the freeway. It's well
that we did because even though the freeway was particularly
clear, the amount of time required to negotiate the obstacles at
LAX was way beyond anything we had imagined.
spite of the security rigmarole, there's no way it affords the
type of protection we need in today's climate. What's the
solution? Well I doubt that there is one. It's a chilling and
We encountered a pig of a flight
attendant up our end of this United flight. I couldn't believe
how this guy treated us and others in our compartment. I can
only assume he'd just been sacked and was taking it out on
anyone in sight.
We sat beside a pilot who flys
for the giant FedEx courier and airfreight company. He was also
in the US Marine Reserves and was just coming off stints in Iraq
and Okinawa. He kept Brian thoroughly engaged with stories of
what it was like serving in Iraq.
After about 3.5 hours we flew
over miles and miles of swamps and bayous, crossed the
Missisippi River several times and landed in New Orleans.
We took a shuttle van to our
Lodgings in the famous (or should we say infamous) "French
Quarter". We are staying in a very small boutique hotel
called Soniat House and here is a photo of our actual room. The
photo looks better than the room but we're reasonably satisfied. The
main disappointment was to discover that we have no fridge.
The other surprise was the shower recess which is a long skinny
job. Brian reckons that he only has 3 millimetres clearance and
that he was obliged to fold back his external rear-vision
mirrors before he could enter the stall.
More photos of the hotel can be
found at www.soniathouse.com
It was already past dinner time
so we took to the streets in search of a restaurant. Many had
queues waiting for a free seat. We found one joint which didn't
and knowing in our hearts it was a bad sign we went in.
We had our first experience of
eating gumbo (a Creole style of seafood soup) our first
jambalaya (seafood, chicken and smoked sausage with copious
amounts of sauce with pasta or rice) and our first encounter with crawdad
fritters (crawdads are an American version of yabbies). The
first two were ok but there wasn't much flavour left in the
We will pay for this restaurant
The next few hours are spent
walking down the famous Bourbon Street and nearby areas. Big
unruly crowds of young folks, lots of music and lots of alcohol.
We figure it would be wise for oldies like us to be off the
street by 1.00 am.
We couldn't capture the scene
adequately on film but a few photos appear below.
Lynn is induced to
play a tune on wine glass rims
A biker warns
Brian to stop photographing.
He adds "I'm wanted in five States buddy"
Not only are the
streets chock full of people.
All the balconies are full to overflowing as well.
Weighing in at 475
lbs and with a width of 10,000
pixels, how can I fit Big Al on your screen? The
biggest man I've ever seen but boy, could he sing!
overdressed in the jewellery department?
9th May 2004
After a late night we have trouble starting our motors next
day. And thanks no doubt to jambalaya and gumbo, the family
plumbing is getting a real workout every hour or so.
braves a breakfast of biscuits (scones), juice and coffee in the
charming courtyard. Brian is obliged to be somewhat more
circumspect. Besides, he's got to finish these web pages.
Lynn received a
pleasant surprise when a beautiful flower arrangement arrived
accompanied by a bottle of wine in an ice bucket. It was a
Mother's Day gift arranged by our children back in Australia. On
opening our emails Lynn was delighted to discover Mother's Day
messages accompanied by a new photo of youngest grandson
Rowan and a photo
of Michael and Ren'ee taken that same day.
During the day Lynn
also received several phone calls from our children so all in all
it made a pretty nice Mother's Day.
Lynn had researched a
self guided walking tour of the French Quarter so she now led the
way. Some of what we saw now follows.
singing the blues
Scores of horse and
buggy outfits transport
tourists on tours of the old French Quarter
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