Josh again. Last day of N'Orlins, with nothing planned for the day. It was a slow start, leaving at 9:30 after having a quick breakfast of cereal. We went to the markets, where they sold crocodile on a stick. Of course I needed one of these!
I stood around with dad for about 10-15 minutes, waiting for the crocodile to be served, while the rest of them searched through the rest of the market. After talking to the chef, the crocodile on a stick came out immediately. >.>
It was a huge hunt, looking for a 'Pirate Yoga' t-shirt everywhere after that. Looking into every shop, but to no avail. Flynn wasn't as happy as he could have been, but he settled for a 'Where the weird things are - New Orleans' shirt instead.
We had a lunch booked at 12:15 at NOLA, a fancy restaurant. As of yesterday, it had become a competition of who could collect the most refills, leaving a tally on our hands. Luckily for him, dad had two drinks from the start, while we got a second at the end. Dad's end tally was 13, mine was 8, and Campbell's was too low to even mention.
Unfortunately, we then had to go on a 3 hour tour (thanks mum). I can't say what the tour was about, or what he was saying at all, because I wasn't listening/sleeping. I think everyone but mum slept, actually.
After that bore-fest, we had a quick swim back at the hotel, and went back to the Hard Rock Cafe for dessert. We were full enough from the huge lunch. Most of us had the peanut butter pie, which wasn't a pie at all. It was more like a super sweet peanut butter ice cream, in a glass.
We were supposed to go to bed early, for the 6am limo to the airport. . .1am is an early rest, right? Right?
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