Upon re-entering the United States from the republic of Texas, I found that I had inadvertently gone to yet another country. This one called Louisiana. Here, they speak at times a strange language, refugees from the cold northern Quebec they once called home. The forests are all flooded, the rice paddies grow craw fish instead of rice, and they don't have counties here, they have Parishes.
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| The Gulf of Mexico |
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| Sunrise on a foggy morning |
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| one dead gator |
I'm halfway to New Orleans, where a small break in biking will take place, friends will be meet, Hurricanes will be drank, revelry shall be had, a great river shall be crossed (Mississippi) and best and needed of all, Eddy will be getting a nice makeover. He's gone over 6,000 miles since his last, and well, he's looking a little haggard. Take a look at some photos (more as always at
picasaweb.google.com/bingleadventure) and see you all in the Big Easy.
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| sunset on the bayou |
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