"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.
Labels: Abita Amber, air boat, alligator, Bourbon Street, Cajun
posted by chucker @ 7:13 PM
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