Fairfield Inn & Suites Birmingham Fultondale/I-65
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... these groups. I have begun eating my way around The South, visited some cool bars and even met the mayor of Birmingham! I'm being looked after well by the Ross' and have an animal friend, Roland, that constantly wants to be petted. My current residence, more fondly known as the Gunty (apparently aboriginal for white man shelter) has made me feel quite at home and takes the guest house to a whole different level. Everything is new and unexpected and that's what I'm loving ...
Left New Orleans Hotel and had breakfast next door as breakfast the day before, was hideous. As we were sitting there, one of the staff from the hotel came and asked us to move our bikes so we did and that pretty much sealed our opinion of the hotel.
The weather was looking a little ominous on the way and we had a 550 km ride so did not fancy that in the rain. However, we were lucky and not a drop fell on us during the ...
... gold and brown.
You think of lands you journeyed through,
of paintings and a dress once worn
by a woman you never found again.
And suddenly you know: that was enough.
You rise and there appears before you
in all its longings and hesitations
the shape of what you ...
... area, but not enough to justify going out of your way for. After a nice lunch of crawfish etouffe, and red beans and rice, it was time to make our way to our hotel in the French Quarter.
First stop after checking in is to head for some local oysters and a beer, we've been on the road all day after all. We head out to the Acme Oyster House at the recommendation of the folks at the hotel, it is just across Bourbon Street after all. The oysters were good but not ...
... scenic, but not for any conventional reasons. We weave our way through town, with the neighbourhood getting rougher and rougher, bars on the windows and people just sitting outside their houses staring out at the street. It pretty much went from first world in the centre of town to third world on the outskirts – a town in Botswana would not have looked out of place in some of those neighbourhoods.
We make it out of town ...