The time in New Orleans was definitely too short. Couchsurfing two different hosts I spent two days on moving my stuff. However, New Orleans was a blast and an awesome begin for my trip. At my first walk through the french quarter I was surprised about its emptiness on a weekday late afternoon. The quarter is really beautiful with all these old, beautiful french houses with bright, friendly fassades, cute balconies and backyards. Though the masses of tourists annoy, I feel I haven't seen such a lovely touristic area so far. And then there is so much exciting food. Starving like hell, I slammed my first crawfish Po'Boy At my walk along missippi river, I turned left to walk through jackson square with the stunning St. Louis Cathedral and chatted to some of the street artists there. Kenneth's beautiful impressionistic paintings with these incredible surface texture impressed me a lot. It is also noteworthy that I presumed Kenneth to be British because of his accent, polite manners and extraordinary friendliness. But guess what, he is from Texas. Contrary to widely held stereotypes, apparently not all people from Texas are cowboy hats wearing testosterone monster. I wish Kenneth to exhibit his works in a gallery soon. I also got an drawing of Diz playing the trumpet with widely blowed cheeks. Come on, Diz!
The funky and bluesy sounds of a live band blasting from a bar made me to join a venue at Bourbon Street. Music was great, but the drinks were ridiculously expensive. That was my first time and last time at Bourbon Street. Interestingly, the street begins to crowd from 6 pm on resulting in masses of people walking around getting hammered and joining the strip venues, whose as I have to admit attractive dancers show up at the doors even before its getting dark to attract customers. But the real dark side of Bourbon Street are not the exotic dance venues, but the tarot readers who come together building lines of ten as soon it gets dark. I wondered if the frequency of tarot reading customers usually increases during night with people's increasing levels of drunkness. However, the taroist didn't asnwer my question, but replied to be able to read the cards at any time...
Biking was the main activity of my third day. I borrowed Casey's bike to go to Audobon park taking bikepath along the Missisippi riverside. The Mississippi is definitely not very beautiful, but the panorama was nice and I took a sunbath. Casey was off the for the evening. We cooked dinner and planned to watch Ingmar Bergman's Scenes of a Marriage but got lost in conversation about Bavarian and Berlin dialect with fun readings of the Buddenbrooks and Brecht's Glanz und Elend des Dritten Reiches. Casey my dear, you really contributed to reduce my prejudices about Bavaria. Ich hoffe wir können eines Tages Bayern gemeinsam unsicher machen. Falls es in Vietnam nicht gut läuft; die Lederhose wird dir immer gut stehen.
Though it was ten pm, I took a one hour bike ride to Vaughan's driven by the deep urge for some adeventures in New Orleans great night life Surprisingly, the beverages were relatively cheap and I took some glasses Maker's Mark. I got pretty waisted when this rich New Orleans kid Dustin started to act as my suggar daddy buying more whiskey, beer and tequila. The venue is pretty touristic as the pictures in the toilety may indicate. And furthermore, Kermit Ruffins' Barbecue Swingers, the greatly announced live act finished their show at 1 am leaving me waisted and pretty unsatisfied. So I planned to make my last day in New Orleans a blast...
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