So I walked into a voodoo shop and was immediately transported to Hillbrow late eighties.<\/p>\n
Smells evoke the strongest memories.<\/p>\n
And I still have no idea what that incence is called.<\/p>\n
New Orleans is dirtier than I thought it would be, this is after all a first world country. In many respects the 3 months 3 years comment<\/a> that popped up recently is accurate.<\/p>\n Royal street is great. One street up, Bourbon street is sif<\/a>. In daytime, that is. Right now, going for midnight, it’s rocking. Including guys in G strings dancing on tables. If it were girls, I wouldn’t have been here blogging.<\/p>\n Accommodation<\/a> is good. A bit far from town, but affordable. Read the disclaimer. It’s all good.<\/p>\n Weather is batshit insane. 34 – 36C, with just over 50% humidity. We’re melting.<\/p>\n Did the swamp tour, very good guide, saw a few small alligators and quite a bit of swamp. Got takeaways from Verti Marte<\/a>. Did the lunchtime cruise on the Steamboat Natches<\/a>, took the ferry to Algiers and had Po’ Boys at the Drydock<\/a>, shopped around some more, came back and had a shower, then Tanya and I headed out again, found the shops on North Peters Street (recommended) and went to the Gumbo Shop<\/a> on St Peters Street (runs at almost 90 degrees to North Peters Street). There was a queue at the door. The place half a block down was 80% empty. This alone should tell you something.<\/p>\n