It was with great delight I met the amazing Britt at the airport in Houston, a couple of days stay at HAP's house and we were off at a rather pedestrian pace across the gulf on Rosie and the "gravy boat".
Texas road kill.
As per usual with anyone I travel with, I dragged their sorry jet lagged arse an enormous distance cross country, this time it was around 450 miles from Houston in a round about way along the Gulf coast to New Orleans. or as I was corrected on more than one occasion, Nawlins.
Random pics along the way...
The ferry at Galveston.
Once there we took up residence in an 1850's B&B run by Philip and Mark called the
Royal Courtyard Hotel, and I am going to give them an outrageously large plug here. They went out of their way to make our stay all it should of been, explaining the best places to eat, see live music and generally rubberneck around. Seriously good value for a little over a hundred a night, walking distance to the entire French Quarter, 2 minutes from Frenchmans St, 10 minutes from Bourbon St, and walking distance to the French Market. Mind you, why would I walk when I had the rig to ride around the tree lined streets of Nawlins in? So the darling Britt (SWMBO) and I did it in style.
The residence.
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