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I am in New Orleans where it's 105 degrees and imperative to wear shorts even at night. I can see why they call this the "Big Easy." It's so hot, all you really want to do is take it easy. The French Quarter is a huge grid of little streets packed in tightly with old rod-iron balconies above jazz clubs and daiquiri bars. Bourbon St. is a nonstop party. It was noon on Monday and people were drinking in the crowded streets to the Cajun and Zydeco beats flying out of every doorway. At night it was even madder, I can't even imagine the weekend. The air is so pungent. Everywhere you go, you run into a thick aroma of food, garbage or swamp. About 20 feet away from me is the massive Mississippi River, trafficked by riverboats, the master vein of an enormous system of rivers which it carries for miles to flush out of the delta and into the gulf.
When I leave, I plan to drive across the longest bridge in the world - the Lake Ponchartrain Causeway. 24 miles. I've wanted to do that since I was a kid.
Last night I thought I saw a bat whizzing around the light above my hostel doorway. Then I looked closer and saw that it was a flying cockroach.
When I leave, I plan to drive across the longest bridge in the world - the Lake Ponchartrain Causeway. 24 miles. I've wanted to do that since I was a kid.
Last night I thought I saw a bat whizzing around the light above my hostel doorway. Then I looked closer and saw that it was a flying cockroach.