Nanomite Super-Race

          After all the travelling I managed to fall asleep on the youth hostel sofa last night. I woke up in the early hours with a kitten face painted on me. Apparently this is a standard joke around here. I staggered into my real bed and fell asleep.

            Suffice to say I was woken by the sound of Ed’s laughter today. I went to clean the paint off my face. On my return Ed was ready to head out. He wanted to go sight seeing. I protested, suggesting that we needed to find Sharona, that was the point, after all. In the end we agreed to one day’s sight seeing first.

            We spent the remainder of the morning and early afternoon wandering around the French Quarter. Again, I was amazed to discover that it seemed relatively unharmed by the hurricane. It was the most remarkable place, so many quaint antique shops hawking random stuff from independence war memorabilia through to voodoo stuff.

 

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            This afternoon we came back to the hostel and relaxed with a guitar Ed found lying around. He was very naturally talented at it; I envied the way he drew small crowds with such ease. A little later we played chess and I decimated him and thus felt a little redeemed. He didn’t take losing too well though, so I couldn’t gloat quite so much as I wanted.

 

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            I’ve just got back from Bourbon Street. We decided to go there for the evening. It turned out to be a very relaxing evening in the end. When we first stepped out there we were swamped with 3 for 1 offers on all kinds of shots and bottles. Cowgirls and apparent whores tempted us with further body shot options.

            At some stage some extremely drunk American girls cornered us and talked our ears off for a while. Even Ed couldn’t handle this, so we diverted our attention to a far more attractive pair of girls in another corner of the bar. Sadly they turned out to be English too, and Ed just wasn’t up for that. He really can’t stand English girls these days.

            At the end of all that we simply ended up alone in a corner, talking about the future of evolution and the certainty of impending destruction by nanomites, which would then themselves evolve over time into a new solar dependant super race.

            In other words: a satisfying evening.