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Location Date Eunice
1438988400 New Orleans 1438988400
Bright sunshiney morning greeted me at 0900 when the phone rang to see if I was staying over another night. Fer chrissakes! Check out is 1100. Call me at 1059 to ask this question. I grit my teeth, politely say no and ask them not to call me again, and tell the maids not to knock on my door. I want peace and quiet with my green and yellow room with the rusty fridge!
To add to the color palette I would like to point out that the exterior of the m'otel was pink with trim of the same color yellow as my yellow wall. I tried to take a picture of it for y'all but my camera threw up in its own mouth.
Surprisingly my wishes were heeded and I was not disturbed again that morning. I stayed up at 0900 to blog and video edit, working until about 1030 when it was time to pack up and leather up once more. I was on the road shortly before 1100. I guess you could say I didn't learn anything from my couple of days with Bill, I didn't think I would. I have been going on bike trips each year since 1989 with only a few missed years, those habits are deeply ingrained.
From Marlin, TX I was about 800 km to NOLA and at first I was going to take my time getting there and arrive Sunday. I had booked a fancy schmancy h'otel, The Hyatt French Quarter via Expedia and got a 75% off rate. Normally $395 I paid $95/night. Sorta makes you ask, 'what's wrong with it'? Don't it? That was for Sunday arrival, Saturday arrival was full price. But after poking around a bit some more on Expedia I found a Courtyard Marriott about 1/4 mile away from the Hyatt for $96.00 for Saturday so I booked it.
All that meant was instead of having 3 super light days I would have 2 normal days, and by normal I mean; usually when I am approaching my destination I like to make the actual arrival day a half day so today I wanted to drive far enough to only leave a few hundred clicks for Saturday.
I left Marlin on USGT-7 and again wound through the desolate countryside of East Texas. I expected maybe a slight increase in traffic due to the weekend, but it was not the case, if anything there might have been less. At Crockett, TX I turned on to USGT287 and then 363, crossing in Louisiana mid afternoon. The riding was great, smooth empty roads, 30 minute interval stops to drink hot water!
About the last 50 miles of east Texas is the oddly named Big Thicket National Preserve, this is what a big thicket looks like.
The real upside of the change in scenery was that the additional foliage and water prolly knocked 10 degrees off things, down to about 90 degrees. Doesn't sound like much but it went from intolerable to bearable. 363 turned to USGT 190 which I would take all the way to North side of Lake Pontchartrain but that is another story for another day.
After driving about 500 km I stopped in Eunich, LA about 100 miles east of Baton Rouge. The trifecta was achieved by a m'otel with a striking pink paint job next to a Cajun Catfish shack. Across the street was a drive through take out Daiquiri shop that I can only describe as the culmination of all of mankind's stupidity in one place.
On the way to get myself a Cajun Catfish dinner I stopped in at Voo-Doo Daqs to find a trio of scantily clad ladies working in a bar kept chilled to meat locker temperatures. There was a bank of slushie machines behind them 2 high and maybe 40 wide, covering 3 walls of the bar. A couple of flys were in one corner, prolly too frozen both inside and outside to move. I selected Peach Creme Bellini and was dispensed a ginourmous bucket of Daquiri that cost $9. I tasted it expecting it to be mildly alcoholic in nature but it was like jet fuel!
Frozen jet fuel!
Frozen Peach Creme Jet Fuel!!
It was pretty awesome. Knocked me on my ass!!
The part that is not so awesome is that besides myself, the scantily clads and the 3 bar flys, we were alone in the bar, but the drive through had a constant stream of cars coming to the pick up window. Doesn't take a PhD to figure the correlation between Frozen Jet Fuel Peach Creme Bellini's in quart buckets and DUI's. I did a little research on the topic and apparently this business has only recently sprung up, and was possible because of a loophole in the motor vehicle act that was interpreted in a manner not intended. The State is working on rewording it to close down this obvious threat to 'merican family values.
Curiously enough there was also a Daq To Go shack right outside my hotel in New Orleans. While I condemned the concept of the drive thru Daq Shaq here I must admit to frequenting it when I was in The Big Easy.
I had a long awesome FaceTime date with the Loverly Lady Eryn, did a little blogging and went to sleep, dreaming of The Big Easy!
Day 9
Marlin, TX to Eunice, LA
500 kms
To add to the color palette I would like to point out that the exterior of the m'otel was pink with trim of the same color yellow as my yellow wall. I tried to take a picture of it for y'all but my camera threw up in its own mouth.
Surprisingly my wishes were heeded and I was not disturbed again that morning. I stayed up at 0900 to blog and video edit, working until about 1030 when it was time to pack up and leather up once more. I was on the road shortly before 1100. I guess you could say I didn't learn anything from my couple of days with Bill, I didn't think I would. I have been going on bike trips each year since 1989 with only a few missed years, those habits are deeply ingrained.
From Marlin, TX I was about 800 km to NOLA and at first I was going to take my time getting there and arrive Sunday. I had booked a fancy schmancy h'otel, The Hyatt French Quarter via Expedia and got a 75% off rate. Normally $395 I paid $95/night. Sorta makes you ask, 'what's wrong with it'? Don't it? That was for Sunday arrival, Saturday arrival was full price. But after poking around a bit some more on Expedia I found a Courtyard Marriott about 1/4 mile away from the Hyatt for $96.00 for Saturday so I booked it.
All that meant was instead of having 3 super light days I would have 2 normal days, and by normal I mean; usually when I am approaching my destination I like to make the actual arrival day a half day so today I wanted to drive far enough to only leave a few hundred clicks for Saturday.
I left Marlin on USGT-7 and again wound through the desolate countryside of East Texas. I expected maybe a slight increase in traffic due to the weekend, but it was not the case, if anything there might have been less. At Crockett, TX I turned on to USGT287 and then 363, crossing in Louisiana mid afternoon. The riding was great, smooth empty roads, 30 minute interval stops to drink hot water!
About the last 50 miles of east Texas is the oddly named Big Thicket National Preserve, this is what a big thicket looks like.
The real upside of the change in scenery was that the additional foliage and water prolly knocked 10 degrees off things, down to about 90 degrees. Doesn't sound like much but it went from intolerable to bearable. 363 turned to USGT 190 which I would take all the way to North side of Lake Pontchartrain but that is another story for another day.
After driving about 500 km I stopped in Eunich, LA about 100 miles east of Baton Rouge. The trifecta was achieved by a m'otel with a striking pink paint job next to a Cajun Catfish shack. Across the street was a drive through take out Daiquiri shop that I can only describe as the culmination of all of mankind's stupidity in one place.
On the way to get myself a Cajun Catfish dinner I stopped in at Voo-Doo Daqs to find a trio of scantily clad ladies working in a bar kept chilled to meat locker temperatures. There was a bank of slushie machines behind them 2 high and maybe 40 wide, covering 3 walls of the bar. A couple of flys were in one corner, prolly too frozen both inside and outside to move. I selected Peach Creme Bellini and was dispensed a ginourmous bucket of Daquiri that cost $9. I tasted it expecting it to be mildly alcoholic in nature but it was like jet fuel!
Frozen jet fuel!
Frozen Peach Creme Jet Fuel!!
It was pretty awesome. Knocked me on my ass!!
The part that is not so awesome is that besides myself, the scantily clads and the 3 bar flys, we were alone in the bar, but the drive through had a constant stream of cars coming to the pick up window. Doesn't take a PhD to figure the correlation between Frozen Jet Fuel Peach Creme Bellini's in quart buckets and DUI's. I did a little research on the topic and apparently this business has only recently sprung up, and was possible because of a loophole in the motor vehicle act that was interpreted in a manner not intended. The State is working on rewording it to close down this obvious threat to 'merican family values.
Curiously enough there was also a Daq To Go shack right outside my hotel in New Orleans. While I condemned the concept of the drive thru Daq Shaq here I must admit to frequenting it when I was in The Big Easy.
I had a long awesome FaceTime date with the Loverly Lady Eryn, did a little blogging and went to sleep, dreaming of The Big Easy!
Day 9
Marlin, TX to Eunice, LA
500 kms
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