Martin (Stephen’s dad, and owner of the RV) woke up early this morning (2am!!) and couldn’t go back to sleep, so decided to hit the road again. I made the decision to stay in the bed at the back of the RV and try to continue to sleep for 3 hours…bad idea. 1. I didn’t sleep (although I was resting). 2. Once I got up around 5am I had terrible ‘sea legs.’ I kept feeling like I was rocking back and forth. Safe to say I won’t be staying in bed whilst the RV is moving any time soon.
We stopped at a Waffle House for breakfast. Just like in the movies! A diner type set up with the cook and 2 waitresses behind the counter. The menu was pretty stock standard – waffles, bacon, eggs, hash browns, coffee and OJ. Everyone was lovely, and found it amusing that we had never been to a waffle house before. I ordered one waffle and the waitress just looked at me and asked if that was all! I caved under pressure and said, “OK, make it two.” … I only ate one. haha. Here’s a sneaky photo I took of the menu:
After breakfast we were back on the road. The scenery changed and we started to head through marsh-type swamp lands. It was really interesting to see. There were lots of oil refineries along the way too. We were both quite surprised to see so many. Then, not far out of New Orleans we crossed the Mississippi River. This was cool, and brought back memories of being a kid and learning to spell Mississippi (for some unknown reason!! haha).

Stephen drove the RV to the French Quarter RV Park. By this stage it was about 4pm, so we set off for the French Quarter (see map). Where we are staying is a great location as it was only a short walk to the French Quarter, which is the oldest neighbourhood in New Orleans, Louisiana. We stopped off at the Basin Street Station and got some advice from a lovely lady there. She gave us a map and pointed out a few different areas of interest. We strolled down the streets and along the foreshore until we hit Bourbon Street. By this stage it was after 5 and the sun was almost down, the time when Bourbon Street truely comes alive. Among the attracts were bars, restaurants and cafes, gaudy souvenir shops, and strip clubs. The French Quarter also has local open container laws, which means you can drink alcohol in the street. It was so weird to us to see people (mainly tourists) walking around with large plastic cups full of beer and wine. Martin told us about the popular local drink ‘hurricane cocktail’, however I was still feeling all wobbly from sleeping in the moving RV this morning, so I passed on the excessive amount of alcohol.




We found a highly rated bar/restaurant to have dinner, Napoleon House, and ordered all local Louisianan cuisine:
– Muffuletta: a burger type bun filled with ham, salami, pastrami, swiss cheese, provolone cheese and olive salad (which Stephen picked out, and I wish I had too! urgh!)
– Jambalaya: a mildly spicy rice with chicken and sausage.
– Po-boy: a traditional Louisiana club-type sandwich. We ask the waitress, Bobbie, for her recommendation and she suggest her favourite, the grilled alligator sausage with tabasco pepper jelly and creole mustard. It was really good! It did have a wasabi type heat to it too, which was nice.
– Seafood gumbo: a soupy stew type dish with rice, stock, and protein of some kind. Ours had shrimp and shellfish in it. I wasn’t the biggest fan of the strong fishy flavour, but Martin loved. it.
– Side of grilled chicken: a very succulent small piece of chicken breast.
– Side of potato chips: which turned out to be a little packet of crisps. We were expecting french fries type chips, but it was all good.
Unlike other good bloggers, I didn’t take any photos of the food. Sorry to disappoint. However I did take a photo of the lovely mosaic tiles on the floor at the front entrance.



That’s all for today’s adventures.
Goodnight y’all 😉
M.