Observation number one: there are a considerable number of what appear to be vultures soaring over the countryside all along the Gulf Coast. Quite what they live on is a mystery though, as almost the only roadkill to be found hereabouts is delaminated truck tyres. Which are everywhere. While on the subject of wildlife, I saw my first live raccoon last night - previous sightings having been of two-dimensional ones only.
Observation number two: in Alabama a liquor store is called a "package store".
Observation number three: I have both the new Mark Billingham (not Thorne) and Peter Robinson (Banks) novels sitting on the kitchen table, havin been jettisoned from The Luggage for weight reasons.
And so to today's journey. Observation number n: the motorcar has become infested with tiny insects, from whence I know not. Moreover, the entire Gulf Coast, plus a fair ways inland, are equally infested with flying ants or similar which once they've occupied one's motorcar, are almost impossible to evict.
|Proof that I have been in Mississippi|
Intermediate observation - I have two Swiss Army knives here and have thus far not managed to use the same one to open two consecutive bottles of BEER. What is going on?
As you may observe, there are not many photos over on flickr yet. This is because even were there anything around worth capturing (which in general there isn't) there's nowhere one can stop to do so. The bridge over the Mighty Mississippi in Baton Rouge, for example. The Mighty Mississippi down here is a good deal more impressive than it is up in Minneapolis, surprisingly enough.
|Proof that I have been in Louisiana|
Then through the swamps to Lafayette and turn north up I-49. Dylan fans should note that en route I turned off fo "gas" on Highway 61, which was a sight more interesting than much of the rest of today's route as Hurricane Isaac had dropped enough rain that there was still a sizeable stream running across the entrances to the "gas" station. Sadly I-49 is not the same as Highway 49 as immortalised by, among others, Howlin' Wolf. One day I'll have to come back and do this country properly...
And so to Shreveport. Shreveport is most notable for being the home town of the insaniac hot-rodder The Kid in the uncut version of Stephen King's The Stand. He gets killed to DETH by wolves just east of the Eisenhower Tunnel, where I shall be in a day or two. Did you know that while other US State are divided into counties, Louisiana is divided into parishes? Well, it is.
And finally, a note to motorcar rental companies: it is far more useful to put the owner's manual in the glovebox, rather than concealing it beneath the boot floor. Idiots.
New states visited: Mississippi, Louisiana.