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... which people are drawn to. My first football game bewildered me with confusion as to where and what to look at. This game was a high school football match and had far more carnival atmosphere than some of the leading football games in Australia (I know a lot about this of course). To imagine that college games are even more of a festivity is hard to believe. The living costs are noticeably lower here than in Australia, with groceries much cheaper, fuel much cheaper ...
... Manager who insisted that we leave the bikes at the front door, for security. He invited us to an open bar and nibbles from 5-7 and then also gave us vouchers for dinner at the Seafood restaurant across the road with free entrée or dessert each.
Yes, with that many temptations we did partake and enjoyed the evening although all of us were shattered.
Tomorrow, we head to Knoxville via the Jack Daniels ...
... 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 ...
... atmosphere, large slabs of ribs on the fire, plenty of sauce. We share a slab of ribs, half a chicken and buckets of slaw, potato salad and beans. Must remember to limit food...Ryan joins us to collect Ella, lively debate about driving time to NOLA. He says allow minimum 6 hours, James adamant it can be easily done under five; we shall see. Declan not feeling well, eats nothing, complaining of headache, has lump on head. Maybe time to drop him off for medical attention, so ...
... 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 ...