"Gold Coast slave ship bound for cotton fields, sold in the market down in New Orleans" Brown Sugar - The Rolling Stones

Thursday 20th April

The early mornings just kept coming but we were starting to master the getting out of bed part with the free breakfast not starting at the hostel until 7, we had to ask the receptionist nicely if we could have something early. He was fine with it and pointed us in the direction of where the brekkie items were kept. After a bowl of cereal and a coffee, we grabbed our bags and, instead of working up a sweat over a 30 minute walk, we strolled to the bus stop, caught the bus for $1.25 each and arrived at our departure point within about 10 minutes. We were travelling with Megabus instead of Greyhound for a change, for the reason that Megabus offered a better time of arrival to New Orleans and that we got the fare for $2 each. $1 was for the seat reservation and the other dollar was for picking an actual seat, rather than an unreserved seat. Unlike Greyhound, which had proper stations with toilets, vending machines and a tv, Megabus just had a canvas sign zip tied to a chain link fence of a car park, however, they did manage to tell us, without the ore sense of a single member of staff, which row we had to queue up in, something which Greyhound seemed to struggle with. We waited for around half an hour before our bus pulled in to the car park and we all got ready to board. Despite the signage telling us where we had to queue we were still in the wrong place as we had reserved seats for ourselves, so we hopped out the line and joined a separate queue especially for us snobs. In a way, we needn't have worried, as the bus was far from full but it had only cost us 2 dollars, which was far less than the rest had probably paid for their unreserved seats. We set off from Houston bang on time and headed for the Texan border with Louisiana, our next state. We made good time until just after our fresh air break, when the traffic going in to Baton Rouge was solid as far as the eye could see. Every now and again we would stop and start and then progress at a good pace but it still took us nearly an hour to cover about 15 miles, which was very tedious. As is the case with traffic jams, all of a sudden, as we were crossing a bridge over the mighty Mississippi River, the congestion eased and we pulled in to the rather dilapidated looking city of a Baton Rouge, which is the state capital of Louisiana. Thankfully, we weren't stopping for long and were finally on the home stretch to New Orleans but not before crossing over some incredibly lengthy bridges that spanned the swamps and bayous of southern Louisiana and the Mississippi River delta. Having come from Houston, which had a pretty rugged look to it, it's safe to say New Orleans wasn't exactly an improvement. It seemed pretty run down and we passed a fair few nutters on the way in. Once we'd got our bags and exited the Greyhound station, it was probably the least safe we had felt during our entire journey. We were followed and talked to for the first few hundred metres until we took an unwanted right turn and the person headed straight on. When the weirdo had gone, we turned back and made our way on the correct route to our hostel, which was only 10 minutes walk from the station. The hostel was a modern oasis amongst the crumbling surroundings. It seemed nice but was far too expensive for a place that didn't even have a communal kitchen on offer. The 5 members of staff were loitering around the downstairs bar/reception area were just as eccentric as the people we'd passed on the way in, they just didn't have the look of trying to kill us. We settled into our 4 bed dorm, before heading down and attempting a trip to a nearby supermarket. Only we didn't get too far. We turned down the road we were told to by the receptionist but it was so busy with shifty characters that we didn't get half way down it before turning back. We didn't want to go back to the hostel with our tails between our legs, so continued down on the main road our hostel was on before turning back. When we got back to the hostel, the receptionist asked if we'd found it, to which replied we had, just to save a bit of face. We were always quick to make up our minds in a city and it was safe to say New Orleans wasn't in our good books. We were pleased we had an extra day to explore it properly though, unlike our precious 4 or 5 stops, which had been particularly whistle stops. Rather than brave the streets, we got some much needed washing done before attempting the supermarket once more whilst it was in the drier. This time we made it all the way only to find that it was closed for one day only due to some college prep thing but a very kind security guard pointed us in the direction of another one. Only it was underneath the highway where all the tramps and druggies were hanging out. We decided we didn't need anything in the end and instead stopped by a local Louisiana fried chicken place for dinner on the way back to our hostel. It was pretty much just KFC but a different brand, a less well known chain but it filled the gap and just made us all the more desperate for a kitchen and healthy dinners. When we got back to the hostel, our washing was done, so we collected it all up and sorted our bags out for the coming days before settling in for the night. Even our hostel pamphlet we'd been given warned us against walking the streets at nighttime, so we definitely ruled out any late night galavanting.

Friday 21st April

Seeing as the free breakfast in the hostel didn't start until the ridiculous time of 8am, we were finally able to get our first good sleep in a long time. When we got down to the breakfast, it didn't really seem worth it, as there were only some odd scone type things available along with some ham and cheese to go inside them. We still ate for the sake of it and then returned to the room to get ready. We were considering ourselves quite lucky as for the last 2 nights, despite being in 4 bed dorms, we'd had nobody else in the rooms with us. After getting ready and slapping on the sun lotion, we hit the streets of New Orleans. Rather than walk, we hopped on one of  the old time street cars that trundles their way noisily past our hostel. It was a $1.25 fare for a ride to the French Quarter, which is the area of the town that everyone raves about. We bundled off the trolley along with everyone else and found a map to get our bearings. Our first objective was to get a paper map for ourselves but when we attempted to find the visitors centre, we got a bit lost and had to return to our ordinal position via a detour down famous Bourbon street. As we walked down it, we struggled to see what all the fuss and acclaim was about. It was a narrow, unkempt road that was pretty dirty and didn't have much on it of any interest. I know, we're so negative. We managed to get back to our original position and eventually got on the right track for finding the visitor centre. We picked up a map, allowing us to walk around the French quarter without getting lost. Firsts things first, pin badge was done and ticked off the list, so afterwards we went for a stroll along the Mississippi River, which we didn't realise, flows right through the centre of the city. There was a pathway that ran alongside it and it was a welcome relief from the tourist clogged streets we'd left behind.  We'd planned on crossing some train tracks to visit a market but were hindered by a train that had pulled up before stopping and reversing back the way it had come. Due to the size and weight of US trains, this ended up taking an age, so we lingered in one place rather than continue walking, as it would have meant passing a horde of homeless people. Eventually, the train receded and we were able to cross the rails and access the French Market. As always seemed the case, there wasn't anything we were after and we certainly didn't want the shiny silver zebra dressed up in Christmas clothing bauble but we had a look around anyway. Once we were finished, we passed the lauded Café du Monde, which seems to be in every guide book and “must do” list about New Orleans. Only the standing for half an hour in the midday sun whilst you queue for a table isn't in the “must do” lists, so we carried on for about a block and found the much more peaceful Café Beignet, who’s lack of a sun baked queue was a huge winner for us. I picked up a lemonade whilst Charlotte got a coffee and we sat down to cool off. In the end we killed a fair amount of time, so afterwards, we went for a wander round Jackson Square, which was dominated at one end by the St.Louis Cathedral. Whilst we were walking in the square a man came up to me and asked where I got my shirt from. I responded “England” and walked off thinking nothing of it but Charlotte told me that there's a popular scam where people bet you they can tell you were your shoes are from. If you don't say the answer they are after, which is something like “on your feet” they will constantly ask you for money until you give it to them. Fortunately, they didn't bother me and we left them behind pretty quickly. We were ultimately heading for some lunch and we were after something local. Charlotte had found a restaurant online called the “Gumbo Shop” which seemed perfect. It took a short while to find, as it was tucked down an alleyway but we found it in the end and had a short wait to be seated at a table. I ordered a local beer which I didn't catch the name of and for food, Charlotte went for the chicken gumbo and I plumped for the jambalaya. The restaurant clearly had the food ready in big saucepans out the back, as we were served our lunch within 5 minutes of ordering. This didn't stop it from being very tasty and we'd cleaned our plates almost as quickly as it had been brought to us, so we paid our bill and headed off. After a short stroll back towards the river, we decided to have a bit of local dessert to go with our local lunch. We tried the café du Monde once more but the queue was just as bad as it had been earlier, so we paid another visit to the café Beignet. We were there for its name, the Beignets. We'd seen people eating the icing sugar covered goodies earlier and were curious about them, so we ordered ourselves a batch each and sat at a table next to the jazz trio that were playing in the café. We were brought a basket each that contained 3 beignets that were covered in a thick layer of icing sugar. They were pretty much fried squares of choux pastry that had been topped with the icing sugar whilst they were still hot, which made the sugar melt to your finger when you touched it. They were very tasty and very fattening but could have done with a bit of jam inside, or something similar. 3 each turned out to be too much for us to handle, so we made use of the takeaway bag we were given and put 1’leftover one each in to take back to the hostel with us. With that, we were pretty sure we were done. There wasn't much for us in New Orleans. We aren't big partiers or drinkers as you know and we aren't huge fans of jazz, so we had our fair share of food, had checked out the French quarter and strolled along the Mississippi River, which was enough for us. To save a fare, we decided to walk back through downtown New Orleans in the hope we would come across a supermarket where we could find some snacks and dinner. We didn't, which was rather annoying, so in the end had to return to our hostel in order to get wifi to find out that we had past within feet of the supermarket without seeing it, so we had to turn around and spent nearly 2 hours (hope your proud of us Paul!) deciding what to buy. After that time, we spent a massive $25 and ended up having some tacos and salad for dinner. It wasn't great but it did the job.

As I've said, New Orleans just wasn't really for us, like Los Angeles/Hollywood wasn't, so we were looking forward to moving on.

I apologise in advance at how hard this one is but its slim pickings. I expect Google to be used exclusively. If someone does know it, congratulations in advance!

“Oh I'm weary from waiting…”

James and Charlotte

"Houston, we've had a problem"

Wednesday 19th April

Apologies if these posts are coming a bit thick and fast but from now, they should slow down a wee bit. It will also help that this one is probably the most boring one I will ever publish.

We had another early start in order to squeeze in some free breakfast before having to depart for our bus. The early morning made it a pleasant 15 minute walk to the bus station but we were still swearing profusely by the time we made it. We only had about 10 minutes to wait before we boarded our bus and when we were checked in, we noticed there was already a pretty hefty queue for the 8:00 to Houston. We still managed to get a seat together. Not that it mattered, as I spent the entire 3 hour ride reading and Charlotte spent it sleeping. Whereas there was normally at least a few other tourists on the buses and trains we'd taken, this one consisted entirely of rather odd locals. One just casually asked the lady behind us if she had any food on her and another was either smoking in their seat or in the toilet, despite it being illegal. We were glad to be off once we arrived however, our 30 minute walk to our hostel didn't exactly take us through the nicest areas of the city. We passed plenty of homeless people and more than a few shifty looking characters but weren't bothered by any of them. We arrived at our hostel at just gone 12 but couldn't check in. We poured ourselves a coffee and sat down in the dining room to decide what to do with our day. We only had the one night and seeing as half the day was gone, we were severely restricted with what we could do. One option was to get a combination of buses out to the international space centre, which would take us almost 2 hours. After some consideration we ruled it out as paying $30 entry fee each plus return bus fare to only be there for a couple of hours just didn't seem worth it. We read a few things online that said plan to spend a whole day there and get there early, so we left it. Another option was to pick up a couple of basketball tickets for the evenings game between Houston Rockets and Oklahoma City Thunder. We'd looked online the day before and the cheapest tickets they had were $59 a piece and a booking fee on top. We were only still considering it because we could actually walk to the stadiums box office and end up not paying the booking fees. It was our plan to do that, so we started walking in to town. It was an incredibly hot and humid day and we worked up a sweat on the way in. By the time we got downtown, we'd changed our minds on the basketball tickets. We just couldn't justify spending $120 on a single game, when a regular season game (this would have been an end of season playoff game) would have cost us as little as $15. Instead we decided to just have a look around town, see if we could pick up a pin badge and then head back to the hostel to relax and cook ourselves a healthy dinner. Even that wasn't simple. The downtown area was similar to that of LA, there was absolutely nothing to see or do of any interest. It was pretty much just a business district with very few shops. We hunted down the visitor centre, which took us a fair while, as it was tucked away in the convention centre, that was currently hosting the robotics world championships (yeah, we didn't fancy that, even though it was free!). In keeping with how things were going, the visitor centre was pretty underwhelming too, just being a small kiosk that you would have struggled to find if you weren't really looking hard enough. We picked up a map and headed for a point on it that said “shops”. Despite the map, we still struggled to find the shops, as they were all tucked away inside a mall that, from the outside, you would have never known was a mall. We were starting to despise Houston. We picked up a sandwich each from Subway, as we'd missed lunch and couldn't find anything local to eat. On the way out of the mall, we chanced upon a gift and novelty shop and had a look in. We'd ruled out getting a pin badge for Houston, as we weren't sure there would be a souvenir shop anywhere. There were none in the shop that we could see either but tried our luck when the lady behind the counter asked if there was anything specific we were looking for. We were taken aback when she said she did have pin badges (for some reason she had them behind the counter) and we felt spoiled when she asked if we wanted ones that said Texas or Houston on them. We'd already got our Texas one from San Antonio, so just picked up a Houston one to add to the collection. Despite the success of the pin badge, we were fed up with Houston, so headed back to the hostel to check in. We passed more of the interesting characters on the way back, one of which tried to speak to us but we just kept on moving, ignored them and they carried on their merry way. After checking in, we paid a visit to a nearby supermarket for dinner and lunch and then returned to the hostel to sit out our time in Houston in peace. Thanks to all the constant travelling, we hadn't been eating great since we arrived in the states, so we went for a nice healthy dinner of fresh veg and rice.

“Gold Coast slave ship bound for cotton fields, sold in the market…”

James and Charlotte

"I hear the train a-comin', it's rollin' round the bend and I ain'tseen the sunshine since, I don't know when, but I'm stuck in FolsomPrison and time keeps draggin' on and that train keeps a rollin', ondown to San Antone" - Folsom Prison Blues - Johnny Cash

Monday 17th April

In the end, Tucson ended up as just being a bit of a rest stop on our journey. Which was a good thing in a way, as we'd had numerous late arrivals and early starts since leaving New Zealand and we'd struggled to find the time to make up for the lack of rest. We were still up pretty early, in order to make the rescheduled departure of our train from Tucson station. We were​ down at reception at 7 on the dot to check out but also made the most of the free continental breakfast that was on offer from the hotel. I had a bagel, Charlotte had some cereal and we both wolfed down a rather decadent and messy chocolate iced doughnut, or should I put donut considering we are in America? No, doughnut is fine. We left about 7:20 and walked to the downtown Amtrak station, which took us about 15 minutes. We were surprised to find the train was already waiting at the station but wasn't due to leave until about quarter past 8. We checked our luggage in and were told we could board at our convenience. We headed straight for it, as we were hoping to be able to sit together considering we weren't due to arrive in San Antonio early the next morning. The conductor at the door gave us 2 seats together and it was clear we should never have worried about sitting together. The train wasn't dead but the clientele was slightly more touristy than the train we'd caught from Fullerton to Flagstaff a few days before, which had had more locals on board. This meant that everybody wasn't sprawled over every seat available and taking up 2 seats when there was only one traveller.We read the timetables that we'd picked up in flagstaff and found out the train had had a long stop in Tucson, which explained why it was waiting for us at the station so early. We had a decent view from our window, except for the curtain of the person in front was pushed as far back as possible, which cut off the view slightly. I was going to moan at them and push it forward but refrained and it was lucky I didn’t, the reason of which I will explain later. As we rolled out of Tucson on time, Charlotte and I decided to shift ourselves to the observation car, which was the carriage just in front of ours. The observation car seats were set out differently to the coach ones, so that they were looking straight out of the wider windows at the scenery. We placed ourselves on a 2 seater, in the hope that we would pass through the illusive Saguaro national park and see some of Wile.E.Coyote’s nemeses. By which I mean Saguaro cacti and not roadrunner. We didn't see forests and forests but we did see the occasional few as we made our way through the baron Arizona desert. We sat in the observation car for around an hour, until we reached our first halt at the town of Benson, Arizona. Once there, we were pretty confident we were out of Saguaro cacti country, so returned to our designated coach seats to wile away the hours. We spent some time reading and watching the world go by but were pulled to attention when an announcement came over the tannoy that if we looked out the right hand window to the south, we would see the sign marking the border between the state of Arizona, that we were leaving and our new state of New Mexico. We just caught a glimpse of the sign as we trundled past and only because it had the incredibly bright New Mexico State flag plastered on it. The scenery of New Mexico was much the same as Arizona had been. We were in an incredibly flat plain, that was border by steep red mountains in every direction and was populated only by fry looking trees, bush and cacti, only not Saguaros. With a new state, came a new timezone from Pacific time at -8 to mountain time at -7.  We only made 2 stops whilst in New Mexico, at equally barren looking towns who's names didn't register. After about 4 hours in New Mexico, we started rolling in to the suburbs of El Paso, which is located in what would be our third state of the day, and a pretty big one at that, Texas. El Paso is about as close you can get to Mexico, without actually settling for out of America. It is a proper border town and right across the border, which we could see out of our right windows (we think we could see the fence but give it a few years if President Trump gets his was, I'm sure the wall will be more obvious), is El Paso’s sister city of Ciudad Juarez. Juarez is notorious for its high crime rate due to the presence of drug cartels. Murder on the streets is a daily occurrence and for that reason El Paso is also a bit notorious for being a dodgy area. On the other hand, it is also the front line for combating the cartels in drug trafficking. I'm not saying we witnessed drug cartels in action but we were about to witness who we assumed were either the EPPD (El Paso police department) or DEA (Drug enforcement agency), go to work. There was a short layover in El Paso, so Charlotte and I decided to get off to stretch our legs and grab some fresh air. After getting off though, we decided it would probably best if one of us stayed behind to keep an eye on our bags, just incase. Charlotte hopped back on and I wandered up the platform with my camera and phone, in a slightly desperate attempt to find some wifi and find out if Brighton had won. There were a few unusual characters on the platform and when I got to the gates that gave access to the main train station building, I gave up, just incase I wouldn't be readmitted to the platform with out my ticket. I was pleased to get back on the train, as it was stifling outside, so the air condition was refreshing. I sat back in my seat just in time to witness two interestingly​ dressed guys enter our carriage. Charlotte was immediately on edge, as they stood out like sore thumbs. One had an LA Lakers (basketball team) t-shirt on, which seemed odd, considering we were probably into San Antonio Spurs territory by now. The other had a t-shirt on with a big USA flag emblazoned on it. Just before this, now I remember, a conductor had brought a plainly dressed chap to the seats directly in front of us and had pointed out the occupants luggage to him. The conductor left and the man pulled it out, so it was leaning on the edge of the baggage rack and gave it a healthy sniff. He returned it, then disappeared behind us. Then the 2 “tourists” entered and spoke to a couple of people near the front of the carriage in English first and then in fluent Spanish. They then started conversing to one another in Spanish and said something along the lines of “they went down there” and, like the sniffing man, moved on behind us. After about 5 minutes, sniffer came back with the lady who had been sitting in front of us but we hadn't seen for probably 2 hours before we stopped in El Paso. Ol' sniffer searched the ladies bags on the seat in front of us and said something like “is that all you've got?”, and “how long have you known this man?”, to which she replied “on and off for 10 rs”. He took her back outside and after another 5 minutes or so, she returned, grabbed all of her luggage and left the train. A couple of other nosy parkers across the aisle from us kept us in the loop and told us that the man she had been travelling with and was also sat directly in front of us had been arrested. It was all good drama. The couple across seemed to think that there had been undercover officer on the train and had been tracking them since they got on the train, probably back in Los Angeles the previous night. It said a lot about the area but was also incredibly reassuring just how quick and efficient they had been in dealing with whatever problem had arisen. It left the 2 seats in front of us free, which meant I could now move the curtain to allow for a better view and not put my life in danger from a drug dealer or whatever he was. Resisting the urge to say anything earlier seemed like a very good idea. We departed El Paso late for what they told us was because there was a freight train in the way but it might have had something to do with the small situation.  After El Paso, with Texas came another timezone, so we were now a paltry 6 hours behind the UK. Again, the scenery didn't change a great deal, only it was significantly flatter and a few orchards were starting to crop up, only we couldn't tell what was growing and could only guess it was some sort of citrus fruit, nut or olives. It was a long ride from El Paso to our next stop in Alpine. 3 hours to be exact and we were awarded with a bit of a stop to allow everyone to stretch their legs. Charlotte and I didn't bother in the end but our nosey neighbour did and she couldn't wait to let us know when she got back on that the police had removed another 5 people from the​ train during our stop in Alpine. Clearly, the El Paso police didn't get everybody in their search. Once we left Alpine, it was late and time to catch some sleep before our early arrival at San Antonio the next morning. At least we tried our best to catch some sleep but the lady 2 seats behind playing unnecessarily loud religious music wasn't helping the situation and once she shut up, the baby behind decided to start crying, so it was all a bit of a struggle.

Tuesday 18th April

We awoke at about quarter past 4, just as the conductor was walking along the aisle telling those departing that San Antonio was coming up in around 20 minutes. When the train slowed, we grabbed our belongings and disembarked when the train finally came to a full stop. As it was pitch black outside, we killed a couple of hours by waiting in the train waiting room before heading out at around 7am to walk to our hotel. As with Tucson, we'd had to splash the cash in San Antonio, as there had been no hostel in the town. The hotel was about a half an hour walk from the station and it was pretty easy, being almost down one straight road. We weren’t getting our hopes up about checking in anytime soon but were very pleasantly surprised when we were given our key and pointed in the direction of our room. To be able to have a shower after a 20 hour train ride was a huge boost, so we freshened up and headed down to help ourselves to the buffet breakfast. Once we were full, we got our things together in the room and headed out into San Antonio. We had to admit, San Antonio was one of the places we knew least about when we were doing our planning but were surprised to find out that the Alamo was located right in the downtown area. That was our first destination and was only about 15 minutes away from our hotel. Not only was it good that it was centrally located, it was a bonus that it was free to enter, which always goes down well with us. We entered through a gate and wander round the grounds of the Alamo. Our knowledge of the Alamo was as thin as our knowledge has been of San Antonio but I did drag up from somewhere that it had been the location of a famous battle during Texas’ battle for Independence from Mexico. When we got round to reading the boards inside what used to be the barracks, we found out that this was true, as well as other things like that Davy Crockett was involved, obviously Texas won that was for Independence and that it eventually joined the Union of states before being split into a number of new states such as Texas, California, New Mexico, Arizona and Utah. The main display was within those barracks, so once we were out, we wandered around the gardens, briefly through the gift shop and finished off with the church. The Alamo was originally a mission to educate the American Indians after their conversion to Christianity. The church was the iconic building of the Alamo however, there wasn't a huge amount to see inside and mainly consisted of lists of names of who was involved in the various battles that revolved around the Alamo. After the Alamo, we wandered around the town for a short while, picking up a pin badge along the way. Afterwards, we returned to our hotel for a short rest and a lunch stop before heading across the road to have a look around the market square. The square consisted of a number of restaurants as well as an indoor Mexican market that sold various touristy items such as sombreros, Mexican wrestling masks, pottery and numerous cowboy hats. We weren't really after anything but thought we'd best have a look around. After the market square, we ventured back into the downtown area, towards an area called La Villita, which was where the first Europeans settled in San Antonio and was now a pretty quiet area that had a few restaurants, shops and galleries. From La Villita, we could access the San Antonio river walk, which was probably the highlight of San Antonio. It was a series of concrete pathways built next to the river as it meandered through downtown. Some of the river walk was just pathways but other areas had restaurants and cafes to relax in and enjoy the scenery. We fancied a beer, so rather than choose somewhere specific, which we are terrible at, as we were walking up, we said we would go for the third place in and just go for it. The third place turned out to be an Irish pub, so we skipped that and went for the one after it. We were given a seat overlooking the river, which seemed like a good idea at the time. We were kept amused by a tame duck pecking away at one of the people sat next to us in search for food. About half way through our drink, I received an unwanted gift as a bird relieved itself on the side of my head and my shoulder. We could only laugh and luckily, nobody else around us noticed it. As Charlotte pointed out, it is considered lucky, so we were hoping to find some money on our walk back to our hotel. We paid the bill, refused the tip and set off back to the hotel, so I could get out of my soiled clothes. Apart from a meal out, we'd done everything we wanted to do in San Antonio, so we spent a couple of hours relaxing in the room, in an attempt to recover from the tiring train ride the day before. We regretted the brief sleep we both had but forced ourselves up and out and across the road to the restaurant we'd picked for dinner. It was recommended by Lonely Planet and featured on our map of the city, so we reckoned it couldn't be too bad. It was called Mi Tierra and was listed as a café and bakery. It had started out with 3 tables but now boasted more than 500 seats, so it was a sizeable establishment. After a bit of a wait, we decided to go for what were selection plates of various tex mex foods. We both had a taco, an enchilada, some Spanish rice and some refried beans but mine came with something called chilli con quesa (quesa being Spanish for cheese) and some guacamole, which was silly as I can't stand avocado and really can't understand why it is the hippest fruit/vegetable in the world right now. We sipped our beers and snacked on the tortilla crisps and salsa whilst we waited for our dinners to arrive. They were hefty portions and by the time we finished, we could barely move from our seats. The tacos had been the highlight by a long distance and we both slightly regretted not going for just a plate of them each. We were still content with what we tried though and we paid our bill, left no tip and headed off to pack what little items we'd got out and have a good night sleep before moving on the next day.

This ones a famous quote:

“…., we've had a problem here”

James and Charlotte