Thanksgiving! Traditionally a day spent with family giving thanks, our hostel owner went to spend the day with his Ma and Pa, leaving Donna and I to our own devices. After a cosy morning on the sofa watching Harry Potter we headed out to find somewhere open to get some food. Not quite the turkey and all the trimings but we picked up some scrummy fried chicken, served to us by a very cheery woman who wished us a 'Happy Thanksgiving Baby gurls'. As a treat we als...

Once we were up, we decided to have a proper wander around the Garden District that we´d glimpsed from our generous strangers car the night before. The houses are absolutely stunning, I could see why so many celebrities have homes there too. After some lunch on Magazine Street we had to say godbye to Fanny. Again, not a euphemism. We then strolled back up to the French Quarter where we decided to get involved with a supernatural tour of the city. We learnt about...

After a super well rested night, we headed out with our new friend Fanny. Not a euphemism, but a Swedish girl. We walked up Bourbon street, avoiding the temptation of morning drinking and strippers, and headed on to St Louis Cemetery 1 instead. I do love a good cemetery at the best of times, but New Orleans take burying the dead to a whole new level! Perhaps the most interesting and visited are the tombs of old Voodoo spiritualists, which have been marked with XX...

On the drive to NOLO we made a stop off at the Laura Plantation which was right on theMississippi river. Originally run by a creole family, the house was raised up to avoid any flooding as was the style of the time. Apparently these houses were more like offices, used to conduct business, designed to allow the breeze to flow through them in the hot sticky Louisiana summers. The owners actually lived in the big town houses of New Orleans. We were told lots of inte...