Well, hello Memphis...
Trip Start Oct 04, 2008
10Trip End Nov 08, 2008
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After walking around so called Main Street for about 20 minutes, with only closed stores and restaurants, we found something that caught our interest: Beale Street.
We found an Irish Pub, with live music, and we sat down to eat, drink and enjoy sun and music. Some 2 hours later we were tired again and went back to the hotel, for blogging, napping and replying on emails. Some 3 hours later we are ready to hit Beale Street again.
Beale Street is a little bit like Bourbon Street in New Orleans, less commercial, more live music and less flexible cops. There are barricades at intersections and the beginnings of the street where cop tells you either to finish or throw away your beer (really?!...I mean REALLY?!) or simply turn around
Since Beale Street does not have public restrooms and every bar has a minimum coverage fee, this stop was quite necessary. Blue Fin Sushi on Main Street with its lounge like atmosphere, friendly service and maybe not perfectly rolled but perfectly flavored sushi. Our Tip: Red Bird: Softshell Crab, Sweet and Sour Sauce and a Vegetable we both forgot, but liked.
After this more than awesome midnight snack, we headed back for the hotel, watched some tv and got some rest.
The next day
GRACE LAND! The King lives, we heard, so we went to check it out.
Incredible $27 for a self guided tour with dorky earphones and restricted access ( nor his airplanes, cars, private rooms), but since we are probably never going to come back to Memphis, we bought the tickets, got our tour guide around our neck and waited for the trolley.
In Graceland we saw the living room, the dining room, the kitchen, the jungle room, the guest room, the tv room in the basement, the Pool Billiard table, the jungle room again, then the garage where his dad had his office, the racket court, the pool and finally the graves of Elvis and other family members. It was nice to see it, but it is overrated, to pricy and smaller than expected. Still I am glad to have done it and know now what Graceland really is.
After that we left to find a Campground around Jackson, MS . So we hit the Interstate again and steered THE Lincoln south(by the way, forget all your bets about where it is going to break down...it is just not going to happen! Ha! GO LINCOLN). A "quick" lunch at a "Cracker barrel" later we left the Interstate for an hour to find the Campground, which does not exist, saw Cotton fields and some rather interesting areas of the - I guess - Midwest. Not pretty, no pictures.
Back on the Interstate we realized that it is just another 100 miles to New Orleans. Unnecessary to say that we floored the right pedal and arrived short 90 minutes later in New Orleans to check in the Best Western French Landmark(very nice hotel) and prepared ourselves for the rest of the night: BOURBON STREET and HANDGRANADES ! Those who know will smile, for the rest, come to New Orleans and experience it yourselves.
That's it so far, more about the big easy later,
Krautz and Klompjes.