Meet Me In St Louis-Louis
Trip Start
May 28, 2008
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Trip End
Jul 03, 2008
In what appears to be a reoccurring theme to my trip across America, I set off for St Louis accompanied by cries of "why are you going there?" Mugphis by another name apparently. My suspicions were confirmed when I got off the bus yesterday. Oh My God, it looked like some kind of refugee camp. There were babies howling and ill looking people laid out on the floor, and the rest were doing that fag-smoking thing where you hold it in your hand and look dead 'ard!
I got a taxi to the hostel!
I got a shock at the "hostel".
Those closest to me may have received a text which went something like this: 'I've just checked into the grottiest a hostel which is a cross between Guantanamo and the workhouse. I miss hotels.' Sure the building was OK, quite cool even. But the rooms were lacking a certain je ne sais quoi, like, erm, I don't know, natural light! So I did what any normal person would do...cried! Then I got into bed. It was a particularly friendly bed and decided to envelope itself around me so there was no escape. On waking up I felt slightly better, and devised a more accurate description too: the hostel actually resembles the orphanage from Annie. I had to get out, even if it was into the ghettos.
It's actually quite a nice area really. Its the Soulard district of St Louis, which is the old French district. First it was posh, then it went ghetto, now it's an up and coming historic area with a great community and a bar on pretty much every corner. I had a delicious pizza at Joanie's which I ate as slowly as possible to avoid going back to the hostel. Then I treated myself to a strawberry cheesecake too.
On my way back there was some kind of shindig going on in an establishment on the corner and it turned out a gallery was having an opening of it's new community exhibit. Clearly I had to pop in and mingle, plus, free punch and nibbles! Some of the stuff was really lovely; some of it was really not, but there was a jazz band playing and a lively atmosphere.
I'd stayed out long enough so that I could go straight to bed and hopefully to sleep. Clearly, I was not feeling the most secure I'd ever felt as I had a very vivid dream I was dis-membered. Nice! Must be the cheesecake.
I got a taxi to the hostel!
I got a shock at the "hostel".
Those closest to me may have received a text which went something like this: 'I've just checked into the grottiest a hostel which is a cross between Guantanamo and the workhouse. I miss hotels.' Sure the building was OK, quite cool even. But the rooms were lacking a certain je ne sais quoi, like, erm, I don't know, natural light! So I did what any normal person would do...cried! Then I got into bed. It was a particularly friendly bed and decided to envelope itself around me so there was no escape. On waking up I felt slightly better, and devised a more accurate description too: the hostel actually resembles the orphanage from Annie. I had to get out, even if it was into the ghettos.
It's actually quite a nice area really. Its the Soulard district of St Louis, which is the old French district. First it was posh, then it went ghetto, now it's an up and coming historic area with a great community and a bar on pretty much every corner. I had a delicious pizza at Joanie's which I ate as slowly as possible to avoid going back to the hostel. Then I treated myself to a strawberry cheesecake too.
On my way back there was some kind of shindig going on in an establishment on the corner and it turned out a gallery was having an opening of it's new community exhibit. Clearly I had to pop in and mingle, plus, free punch and nibbles! Some of the stuff was really lovely; some of it was really not, but there was a jazz band playing and a lively atmosphere.
I'd stayed out long enough so that I could go straight to bed and hopefully to sleep. Clearly, I was not feeling the most secure I'd ever felt as I had a very vivid dream I was dis-membered. Nice! Must be the cheesecake.

