The Dunbars go to Texas

I’ve got a gal in Baton Rouge

The Basin Street Queen moved up river and became The Belle of Baton Rouge


I’m pretty sure that Mark Twain was over exaggerating when he called the State Capitol the ugliest building on the Mississippi it looks quite pleasant in a Kryall Castle sort of way. 


Baton Rouge is the last time we see the Mississippi, sad to see it go, but hopefully it means the last of the big-ass bridges 

Its time to head back to Texas

Busted flat in Baton Rouge

The sun was shining so at no point were our windshield wipers slapping time but I was blowin’ sad all over the place (obviously with my trusty red bandana

And now I’m headed for the train

Home to your mansion so grand

Riding out of New Orleans we took the River Road.  It meant crossing the Mississippi River AGAIN.  This time there was a bit of excitement (that didn’t include my bridge nerves) a collection of police cars and their accompanying officers both looking at a car and over the side of the bridge made us think that there had been someone on the bridge that was suddenly not on the bridge any more.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that if you are travelling anywhere in the United States, you will have to slow down at some point for road works.  This was definitely the case today.  We had 1) Road accident 2) bridge incident 3) 10 miles of road works

While the area beside the Mississippi is very pretty, the area they had us slowed down wasn’t that interesting, it was all chemical works, not exactly what you imagine when you think about a summer’s drive through the Louisiana plantation country.

A few more miles and we managed to hit the more traditional areas and our destination, Oak Alley Plantation.

A couple of mint juleps later (what the hell was I thinking?  I haven’t drunk bourbon for over 10 years for a reason)

And we went off to tour the grounds

Sometimes I hate Australia’s quarantine laws

I want to buy these for all my friends

huh! Sometimes it looks like I don’t like my friends very much

We fired our guns and the British kept a runnin’

Paddle steamer time.  What trip near the Mississippi River would be complete without a ride on a paddle steamer.  We picked one that took up up to the site of The Battle of New Orleans and had a bit of a history tour with it.

Louisiana decided it was going to rain on us again (thanks for that)



Mostly the battlefield is just a big open paddock.  But after the battle this small summerhouse was built as a getaway from the city by Beauregard.  

The Z-Word, its ridiculous

This shit is why I refused to do a night time cemetery tour.  I did not bring my cricket bat with me

each of those gaps look like it was broken through FROM THE INSIDE

Do that voodoo that you do so well

Up and launching ourselves upon Orleans reasonably early this morning.

We started the day with a cheery Cemetery and voodoo tour.  It was more cemetery than voodoo, but still very interesting.  Entire families stored in something the size of a potting shed (or smaller) I can’t imagine most people wanting to spend eternity that close to their family 

These are the rental properties (no I’m serious about that, these are temporary digs until you can be shoved in with the rest of your family)

This is a really new tomb in this cemetery despite it being one of the oldest cemeteries in NO.  Allegedly this is where Nic Cage is going to be buried once he dies.  I personally believe he already is in there and they just reanimate him for movies, Weekend at Bernies style.

Night time on the…

It was hot, it was humid and we were sick of walking around.  It was time to find a hotel.  I quick look though one of the discount brochure we had found indicated 1 hotel within walking distance of the fun with a swimming pool.  So we checked in… only to find that renovations were happening and the pool was not accessible.  We were not impressed.

A cool down in the air conditioning would have to do.  We planned our attack for the next day and then headed back to that pit of sin, Bourbon Street.

I believe that Bourbon Street is the spiritual home of Margarita Monday.  Everyone we encountered seemed to be celebrating, right down to the two guys we saw passed out in front of a pub at 7.30pm

We found a girly bar that had an interesting advertising campaign.

But New Orleans sustenance man called me.  Here he doesn’t just sell pizza by the slice, he also sells alcoholic slushies (seriously these things are my favourite thing about travelling around the US in summer)

mmmm… pizza and pina colada.  Food of champions.

For the most part Bourbon Street is disappointingly free of cool jazz.  We managed to find one establishment that fit the bill.  

So some jazz and a random encounter with some drunken Australians later (they were from Darwin) we decided to call it a night.

Riding on the City of New Orleans

Once we got past the seeming endless supply of statues there was quite a lot of pretty architecture going on.

We found this pretty house which at one stage (after the Civil War) was lived in by General Beauregard.  Dad is standing in front of a gate where they have an angel locked up