Honeymoon: Thursday

Honeymoon: Thursday

We woke up and went to Mena’s for a down home breakfast of grits and hash.  It was pretty great authentic food which was followed up by lots of walking and sight-seeing and some more authentic food.  Po-boys at Johnny’s Po-boys. Then, it was the moment we had been waiting for.  Well at least I had been…

SWAMP TOUR DAY!  Never has there ever been a happier wife and a more doting husband to allow the most romantic event:  A live swamp tour.

 

Baby gator!

 

I have done my research – hours of swamp people.  I knew about wild pigs, snakes, cypress trees, and nutria, how to catch a gar fish and put Tony Chachere’s on everything. We booked a tour at Cajun Encounters.  Our guide was awesome, though the bait they used (marshmallows and hot dogs) to attract alligators made it seem a little less real.  And the group of people on our boat were not the most respectful.  Ranging from the french woman with the longest arm pit hair I’ve ever seen to the baby and the sleeping old man.  There was every variety on there. There were teenage boys that would scream as our guide reached into the water, an obnoxious teenage girl with a camera who wouldn’t get down so I could see as he pulled the tail of a 13 foot alligator on board and let people touch it.  Screeching middle aged women who thought every log in the water was an alligator.  These are the people you want to avoid. Don’t get me wrong, I’d do this over again in a heart beat.  To get that close to such a prehistoric and powerful animal was incredible.

 

Not a real alligator… we’re pretty sure.

 

13′ alligator whose tail was pulled aboard by our guide

 

Maison Bourbon

 

Driving out to the swamp and back took the better part of the day  and our week of excited-ness and adrenaline was finally catching up with us as we needed a nap.  We grabbed a few free drinks from the bar downstairs – where whiskey and ginger beer became a new favorite of ours.  We then walked across the street to a tobacco and cigar shop where we learned about pipes and stuff.  I about passed out just from being in there with all these old men smoking in big leather chairs, but this owner was really interesting and spent a long time talking with us. We then walked to Maison Bourbon for some more live jazz.  We stayed for a few sets and ended the night walking around more of the French Quarter.  Not ready to head for home the next day.  We debated staying, but knew it was out of the question.

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