"See ya later, alligator.".
About 20-25 miles from the French Quarter in downtown New Orleans, a roaring, bone-jarring air boat sped us through marshes and bayous out to where the birds, snakes and alligators live.
Our guide carried a bag of marshmallows and apparently had taught a few of the critters to come over to the boat when we stopped. .
He told stories and Cajun jokes as he splashed his hand in the murky water and tossed out the little white sugar treats.
I mumbled "Crikey!"
We seemed worlds away from a city and area trying to recover from natural and bureaucratic disasters. Here was Mother Nature and a few of her more colorful creatures.
If you've ever complained about the annoying high pitch whine of a Jet Ski, stay away from an Air boat with its rear-mounted airplane engine and wire-enclosed whirling propeller! The provided ear protectors did help me keep my hat on my head.
The 3 hour tour was great but I looked forward to being back in the city, sipping a cold Abita Amber on Bourbon Street.