Days Inn Millington
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... the various exhibits there. They had his old cars on show, his outfits, videos of shows, but the most impressive of all, his two airplanes! One smaller one for his staff, which flew ahead of the larger one, Lisa Marie, which was for Elvis and friends. Getting to walk on this plane, and see how it was decorated inside was pretty amazing, and I never realised it was part of Graceland. The whole tour and exhibits were amazing and really exceeded my expectations ...
... not having food in the tent because of bears. Since then we have been mindful of coyotes, bob cats, mountain lions, tarantulas and scorpions. It appears we are back to being mindful about bears again. We've been told to lock away food as they do have unwanted visitors to the park, basically we are not home and dried just yet. Oh! forgot to mention we've come across a few black widow spiders in the process of putting up our tents. Nice! ...
Memphis redeemed itself. We passed the inspiring St. Jude's Hospital complex on Danny Thomas Drive. This has always been my favorite charity. And then there's Graceland, so worth the trip. We saw all of Elvis' memorabilia including a billion Gold Records and his fabulous outfits. Much to my dismay he sold more records than Frank.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRED AND MARTY!
... Dinner was at the Blues City Cafe tonight, where Steve, Kristy, Lizzy, Sabrina and I got to listen to this cool band, The Memphis 3, who played some Johnny Cash, Elvis and some country and blues songs. Memphis is most definitely one of my favourite cities we have visited. I love the history of the place, and how amazingly influential it has been on the world through its incredible music. New Orleans, you're up next. Let's see what you've got ...
... that looked
suspiciously like a trash can and which belonged to a grizzly old matriarch, sat
on the floor smoking a cigar. As I walked off, in blissful ignorance, she
snarled "that ain't no trash can"...I said sorry to apologise and she repeated
it louder as I turned round to retrieve my can. The rest of the bus were staring
at me like I was an alien, and I said I was very sorry again, but the old crone
just glared at me until I left. ...