Well we had every intention of getting up and heading to Al Green's church for some Gospel - but we over slept. Fail. Instead we decided to gt our soul fix at the Stax museum. The old Sould and R'n'B record label has a great museum with memorabilia from the likes of Ottis Reading, Ike and Tina Turner and perhaps my favourite - Issac Hayes, yes Shaft's, gold plated 1970s convertable. Amazing! We then drove over to Beale Street which is the main bar area of the city, where we tucked in to some yummy ribs and 'people watched' some of the locals. All in all it was quite quiet in the area, perhaps due to the time of year. We headed back to the motel where we had a 'Duck Dynasty' marathon in bed. Perfect!

The next day we decided to visit Sun Studios - 'the birthplace of Rock'n'Roll' after our Soul experience the previous day. Still a working studio, the atmosphere was incredible. To literally stand on the same spots as the likes of Jonny Cash, Johny Lee Lewis and the actual to play with the actual mic Elvis used on his first ever recording was a great experience. Inspired we then attempted to hit up Graceland, but at £30 a ticket we decided that we were not, in fact, that big of a fan of Elvis. Instead we decided to head striaght on over to Nashville to try and catch some live music we missed out on in Memphis.

Arriving early evening we had a 'couch surf' set up with a guy called Jacob. We we're due to meet at the Flying Saucer bar, but we got stood up. That or he arrived, took one look at us and decided we looked like serial killers so quietly slipped away. So instead we managed to find one of the few hostels in America and after being told the long list of rules (mostly about how forbidden outside visitors and any sexual activity are) we got checked in.

Finally we got some fantastic live country music - of which we had become something of big fans by this point thanks to the car radio - as we hit the 'Honky Tonk' and 'dive' bars of Broadway. We ate some grat burgers whilst thigh slapping along to a bearded dungaree wearing guitarist. In another bar we put in some requests, but apparently our taste in Country was either too main stream or our rendition wasn't clear enough for them to understand - "You know, the one with the black cadillac in the pouring rain?!".

After our fill of beer and two-steppin' we walked back to our hostel which was right onthe misty Cumberland River. To our surprise a couple were getting rather frisky on the communal sofa - obviously I took it upon myslef to inforce the strict hostel rules and gave a loud 'Oi, Oi' before ducking in to a near toilet. Thus leaving Donna to hide behind a curtain. A rather annoyed and perplexed man came looking for us, but our surreptitious hiding spots made us undetectable.