Guess who went to New Orleans all by herself and didn't die?!
This girl!!
And she absolutely flippin' loved it.
I knew I wanted to go to New Orleans (Nawlins to us locals ;)) when I came out here but the actual booking and organising of it was a bit impromptu. I was embarking upon the toughest week, work-wise I've had since I got here. It hasn't lessened but I'm more used to it now, last week was an overwhelming shock and I wanted/needed a break, so what better way than an adventure?
I booked to spend 12 hours on the Greyhound bus on Friday night, spend 10 hours on and off the City Sightseeing buses of New Orleans on Saturday and then spend 12 hours on the Greyhound bus on Saturday night all for less that $150 - bargain!
I was very excited to go but of course was nervous and the panics of my parents did not really help that, but I think calming them down, calmed me down too so I could just focus on the positive. The bus journeys were incredibly long, but I managed to sleep and the only issue was one crabby lady who decided to mouth off and swear at 3am but I'm pretty sure she got arrested when we got there, so it's all good. They also took me through places such as Houston where I'm hoping to go back to and Baton Rouge, which I have no interest of visiting I just wanted a picture of the sign because of the Janis Joplin lyric 'busted flat in Baton Rouge'...
When I got there at 7am, I was a little sleepy, excited, nervous and completely bewildered. Now, I haven't been anywhere in America except San Antonio, unless you want to count Philadelphia airport but immediately I just knew that New Orleans was different. The station for one is covered in beautiful, eccentric art and I soon found that this was just a small representation of the whole city.
I got breakfast at the Subway and then had an hour and a half to find where I would catch my City Sightseeing Bus. These buses are all over the world, from what I've seen and can tell and I cannot recommend them more! Already booked one for when Alex and I meet in New York. For a really reasonable price, especially if you can get a discount code which we did through booking through hotels.com, you can hop on and hop off all day and often get discounts for attractions, if not get into them completely free.
The first street I walked down and felt most comfortable and less on edge was the one that housed the House of Blues. From an early age, thanks to School of Rock and Freaky Friday I have known the House of Blues is a big music deal and I was disappointed it was closed.
Not too long after I found this, and the meandering of more amazing streets of culture, I got on the bus and hopped on and off.
I nerded out at the WWII museum,
gawped at the World of Mardi Gras,
felt like I could be Cinderella,
found my new summer home,
saw the tomb they do acid off in Easy Rider and Nicholas Cage's preemptive one,
hustled and bustled with people in the street,
and received some love from the merchandise,
along with so much more!
In all, I had a fabulous day and I am really proud of doing it all by myself. As a city it is the perfect blend of French, American, uniqueness and art. New Orleans, I will be back; lovely readers, you will go there!
This girl!!
And she absolutely flippin' loved it.
I knew I wanted to go to New Orleans (Nawlins to us locals ;)) when I came out here but the actual booking and organising of it was a bit impromptu. I was embarking upon the toughest week, work-wise I've had since I got here. It hasn't lessened but I'm more used to it now, last week was an overwhelming shock and I wanted/needed a break, so what better way than an adventure?
I booked to spend 12 hours on the Greyhound bus on Friday night, spend 10 hours on and off the City Sightseeing buses of New Orleans on Saturday and then spend 12 hours on the Greyhound bus on Saturday night all for less that $150 - bargain!
I was very excited to go but of course was nervous and the panics of my parents did not really help that, but I think calming them down, calmed me down too so I could just focus on the positive. The bus journeys were incredibly long, but I managed to sleep and the only issue was one crabby lady who decided to mouth off and swear at 3am but I'm pretty sure she got arrested when we got there, so it's all good. They also took me through places such as Houston where I'm hoping to go back to and Baton Rouge, which I have no interest of visiting I just wanted a picture of the sign because of the Janis Joplin lyric 'busted flat in Baton Rouge'...
The first street I walked down and felt most comfortable and less on edge was the one that housed the House of Blues. From an early age, thanks to School of Rock and Freaky Friday I have known the House of Blues is a big music deal and I was disappointed it was closed.
I nerded out at the WWII museum,
hustled and bustled with people in the street,
In all, I had a fabulous day and I am really proud of doing it all by myself. As a city it is the perfect blend of French, American, uniqueness and art. New Orleans, I will be back; lovely readers, you will go there!
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