New Orleans.

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Airport, Cemetary No. 1, Cemetery, Crawfish, French Quarter, Gumbo, Houston, Jambalaya, Louisiana, Marie Laveau, New Orleans, Road Trip, Travel, USA, Voodoo Queen

Thankfully, the day is lacking in the storm that greeted me last night. There are still a few showers in places but for the most part, it’s nice and dry. I slept like a log and I’m all fired up for the last day here.

First stop of course, was Cemetery No. 1, for some history and photo opportunities. I’ve seen much older graveyards of course, but this was at least something with sufficient history in the US that I can look at, touch and immerse myself in. Ambling into the enclosure, a weather worn old homeless guy walked up to me, asking if I’d seen any ghosts. Replying that I hadn’t yet, he went on to inform me that Marie Laveau was buried in the cemetery and promptly slouched off nodding and saying ‘Voodoo queen, yep’. After covering the whole of the site, I did stumble across her somewhat defaced, purported place of rest. It’s funny what some people’s idea of paying respects means.

Wandering back into the streets of the French Quarter, I was totally surprised at how quiet the place was, in the day. I figured on more people here at 9am on a Monday although it makes sense, seeing as this place is open, well into the early hours of the morning.

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Cincinnatti Airport, Ohio – One Flight to go.

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Airport, Cincinnatti, Flights, Road Trip, Travel, USA

So sleepy. Two hours of slightly uncomfortable sleep was all I managed to garner, from a four hour flight and funnily enough, just about when the movie Bridge to Terabithia started to play. I don’t feel too bad as yet, mostly because it’s fairly bright out but then I’m three hours ahead of my normal time zone. My head doesn’t touch a pillow for another fifteen hours so, I reckon coffee will be forthcoming.

I believe my maximum personal flight time is around four hours, with anything after getting me really uncomfortable and irritated. Ah well, I have always maintained I only enjoy the take-off and landing. It’s always nice to see the Sun coming up from above ground though, subtly catching the embers of flickering lights, while gentle clouds scatter them to occasional darkness, such as a breeze on a dying fire. Visuals like those make the extra discomfort sometimes very worthwhile. I managed to avoid too much of the bouncy even though it started to look quite promising and got a nice shot of some empirical cloud towers bleached with the Sun.

I’m not sure if it’s the time of day here or the local people, but there sure are some creepy and downright odd looking animals in this airport.

Well, one hour until my connecting flight so I better get something more substantial in the gut, seeing as the flight snacks were like trick-or-treat leftovers. I don’t want to be stopping later; soon as I get to Chicago, I need to grab the car and go.

Seattle Airport.

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Airport, Road Trip, Thoughts, Travel, USA

Good start to the evening, with my flight already thirty-five minutes delayed, although I’m not as unfortunate as the Atlanta flight; I heard them informing the passengers that they’ll put them up in a hotel overnight with meal vouchers and a flight out tomorrow morning. Another reason I bought the laptop with me is for that very reason – in case I get stranded for a day, so at least I can still do my job. The good news is that I have an almost three hour layover in Cincinnati, so I don’t mind losing some of that.

I’m actually really tired right now and wouldn’t mind sleeping. I think the cycling, beer and bit ‘o warm fresh air today, has made me ripe for it.

Interesting shenanigans on the way through the checkpoint, when some kind of ‘security incident’ rendered everything on hold albeit for fifteen minutes. I may seem to point out the minor stuff but I’ve not been on to many solo trips and this one is a feeler and learning experience for the others this year.

They have a bar here – maybe another drink would be in order.