Well. At some point I had to break the Southern Hemisphere tradition and stick to the north, and thus travelling in June-Augustish.
And at some point I had to break the Eastern Hemisphere tradition and head west. And thus, USA/CAN, here I come!
Leaving Louisisana, crossing Mississippi (the river and the state), the state is now Tennessee, and the city Memphis. At Lorraine hotel, the Dr. Martin Luther King was assassinated 1968, and the building and its surroundings are now The Civil Rights Museum.
It was still hota as hell, so we all welcomed the grey clouds. Until they opened their gates and unleashed the Niagara on our yet unfinished tents.
It may be big, but it aint easy. If Independence eve caused every bloke and his mum to go out partying on the streets of New Orleans, then Independence Day caused every bloke and bird and his mum, uncle, grandpa and niece to do likewise. It was crowded, to say the least.
The fireworks were stunning and the semi-organised dancing gay moves on the street was good for a laugh. And embarking on the mostly impossible task of finding a taxi, we found ourselves in the middle of a mass panic, with hundreds of people running away from something. That something turned out to be a shooting, but the hysteria lasted only a few seconds and the place was packed with cops. And we even found a taxi.
