Within 10 minutes of setting off in our lurid green car we were on the M1 – the Budapest version– heading west. Our journey was, a little surprisingly, mainly west, with just a nudge north. Tony had baggsied first drive – his eyesight was unable to cope with the night (something he hadn’t mentioned before).
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Confessions of a Solo Traveller
Here I sit on flight CO1421 somewhere over the southern states, my iPod churning out music from home. I have heard jazz in New Orleans, Cajun in upstate Louisiana and all sorts of stuff in Mexico.
A busride into History
Today I took public transport to Teotihuacan – the remains of a complex of pyramids and buildings which was once the greatest city in Central America.
Mexico Taxico
Why do we all insist on travelling in cars? In New Orleans we had taken the shuttle (into town) and the tram (down the river front) and the boat (up the river, where else?) and the bus (to Walmart). But touring Louisiana in anything other than a hire car, would have been impossible.
Mingling with Mexicans
Today mingled with the Mexicans. I didn’t hear a single English or American word until after 5pm. I spent the day feeling quite conspicuous with my blue eyes, camera and thick Lonely Planet book in hand.
To Boldy Go
Yesterday I went out to explore Texas. Well Texas was too big, so I thought I would explore Houston, or maybe the bit down by the Gulf Coast. Then I downsized a lil more and headed for the Moon. A few hours later I was touching it.
Ten Things I DO like about America
1. Welcome and friendliness “How y’all doin’ today?” – “I’m very well thanks, how are you” – “Hey – and where are y’all from?” – “England” . . . normally precipitates a genial and interesting conversation . .
All gone to look for America
I think this is my 4th or 5th visit to the USA, and the country and its culture continues to both delight and disappoint. I have always said that, could I chose any country in the world to live in, I would chose England. And after a week here, in the delightful south, I still…
Cotton Pickin’ Cotton
Today we drove up from Lafayette past acres of Louisiana cotton fields. We stopped to pick a lil’ of that old cotton-pickin’ cotton. In my head the old song kept spinning and weaving . .
New Orleans – and all that Jazz
Friday, 16 October 2009 at 06:16 Second day exploring New Orleans. Today, our feet protesting from yesterdays incessant walking (toes always exaggerate everything by the power of 10), we tried the public transport network for $5 a day – as much as you can eat. You know how it is when you have a travel…
Unwrapping The World 