We just got back from our vacation to New Orleans and Orlando, Florida. We made the decision to go to New Orleans before the big oil spill, and everything in the city seemed to be business as usual. We only had a day to spend there, so we wanted to try to see as much as possible. Everything started out great, and it wasn't until near the end of the day that things started to go a little sour.
We walked along Decatur and Borboun Street, located in the French Quarter, and marvelled at the architecture of the buildings. Austin is considered the "Live Music Capital of the World", but just walking down Borboun Street in New Orleans, that seemed like a title that should go to them, as pretty much every corner was bustling with live music. There were also many "adult" clubs on the street, and both Christy and I wished we had a babysitter so we could fully enjoy our time there.
By dinner time, though, I began to become suddenly and unexpectedly ill. The city had a smell to it that reminded me of Taiwan. The odors began to get to me. Once we got to "Bubba Gump's" seafood restaurant, I was in the bathroom violently throwing up, and I couldn't eat a thing for the rest of the night. By morning, I was fine. Christy thought I might of had sun stroke, which was possible, since we spent most of the day walking in the intense heat. Whatever it was, it came and went, and once we left New Orleans, I felt fine for the remainder of the trip.
(Pictures: 1. A typical New Orleans building 2. A bar offering "huge ass beers". 3. Sara taking a water break. 4. A horse walks along a picturesque street (horse rides were $75 for a 30 minute ride, btw). 5. A riverboat that will take you out to the Oil Expedition)
We walked along Decatur and Borboun Street, located in the French Quarter, and marvelled at the architecture of the buildings. Austin is considered the "Live Music Capital of the World", but just walking down Borboun Street in New Orleans, that seemed like a title that should go to them, as pretty much every corner was bustling with live music. There were also many "adult" clubs on the street, and both Christy and I wished we had a babysitter so we could fully enjoy our time there.
By dinner time, though, I began to become suddenly and unexpectedly ill. The city had a smell to it that reminded me of Taiwan. The odors began to get to me. Once we got to "Bubba Gump's" seafood restaurant, I was in the bathroom violently throwing up, and I couldn't eat a thing for the rest of the night. By morning, I was fine. Christy thought I might of had sun stroke, which was possible, since we spent most of the day walking in the intense heat. Whatever it was, it came and went, and once we left New Orleans, I felt fine for the remainder of the trip.
(Pictures: 1. A typical New Orleans building 2. A bar offering "huge ass beers". 3. Sara taking a water break. 4. A horse walks along a picturesque street (horse rides were $75 for a 30 minute ride, btw). 5. A riverboat that will take you out to the Oil Expedition)
Hi Ken. Glad to hear that you all had a nice trip. The smell and atmosphere on New Orleans certainly reminded me of Taiwan on a trip there in January 2009. Maybe you associated the smell with your father-in-law!!! That's my diagnosis.
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