Day forty, rest day in new orleans, louisiana. (NOLA)

Lotsa moving parts today, last night saw a review of the famed Bourbon street, Friday night in Bourbon street. It was packed to the gunnels, local police spoken to said it was a quiet night, following night Saturday. Ignite would be waaaay busier they suggested, it was loud, party central and you could just about get stoned walking down the street there was that much weed in the air. perhaps I am a bit old for this part of town. Word on the street was that the other trendy area, not quite so loud and obnoxious and maybe suited to a slightly older clientele was Frenchman Street. To do list. the bikes were at the shop being serviced on a Saturday and had to be picked up by 4.00 pm. 6 of the crew booked one of those airboat tours in the bayou/ Everglades to get up close and personal with some alligators and loved it, pics to follow. Marie and I went to the WWII museum, just in’s case there was a hiccup/ delay/ breakdown on the airboat tour that caused a delay as the bikes still needed to be picked up on time. Also, because it was very close to the hotel, second it was air conditioned and it was 36 degrees outside with high humidity. The NOLA WWII museum is world class, it is rated about 16 th best museum in the world and No 1 on the list of attractions in NOLA. We spent hours in there, it covers 4 buildings and is an outstanding series of displays across the buildings.

The bikes were picked up circa 4.00 pm, couple quick beers then off to Mulato,s around the corner for a farewell dinner for Horse and Janelle who were flying home after a quick stay for a few days with friends in Austin, Texas. Mulato,s is the real McCoy southern Cajun fare, local band playing for the mood and the meal was nice. I had blackened Cajun chicken on a jambalaya base. heard of but never tried Jambalya so it had to be done, mix of fried rice and other stuff with some spices, nice.

After dinner, an Uber up to Frenchman street to see what all the fuss was about, basically a quieter tamed down version of Bourbon street, perhaps more appropriate for the slightly older set who don,t want to party to loud music all night cramming into bars where it takes forever to get a drink after you have negotiated the 40 meter queue to get in there in the first place.

Needless to say I didn’t spend much time in Frenchman street either, Cover charge to get in practically any bar but by the way the band won’t be starting for an hour or so, yeah right, taking the piss as always but plenty going for it.

There were markets and stuff up there as well so plenty to look at.

First couple pics below Bourbon street, next ones Frenchman street, Couple random museum pics and some alligator pics to follow.

Farewell to Horse and Janelle, been a great 40 days riding, safe travels home.