The day before, we had arranged to rent a Harley. Rather than take the trolley, we decided to walk the two miles to the shop since we figured it would be the only exercise we’d get all day. They guy at the shop gave us two options for rides which were both 1.5 hours away: mansion, or through the Bayou to the coast. We chose the latter and made it all the way to Biloxi, MI. The devastation of Katrina wasn’t immediately evident unlless you noticed the free-standing fireplaces, the stairs leading to nowhere, the pilings holding up nothing, the bank vault in the middle of nothingness, and all the foundations which are no longer suitable for supporting a structure. It is heartbreaking to think of all the families that were displaced by this storm, only to be replaced by big businesses and the few people who could still afford to rebuild on beachfront real estate. What was most repulsive to me was the building of a super Wal-Mart and a mall immediately across the street from a beautiful stretch of sandy beach.
After returning the bike, we attempted to catch a ride back on the trolley. They usually run about every 15 minutes or so, but the next trolley in line had to put her brakes on suddenly to avoid a car that was attempting to cross in front of her. In doing so, a young man hit his head and fell, requiring an ambulance. Meanwhile, every trolley on the line backed up behind the one waiting for the ambulance. By the time they got everything straightened out, we were only one block from our hotel.
Gastronomically speaking, this was not a stellar day. We ate things our stomachs are not conditioned to accept, and an attempt was made on Ginger’s life with a seafood enchilada disguised as a heart attack in a tortilla (read: swimming in cheese).
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