We both slept well after a great night last night. We got up and had breakfast, Sandra was chatting to the staff, they were getting her to pronounce words like Memphis, Clarksdale just to here here accent. In the breakfast room there was lots of laughing and chatting going on but not much replenishment!
Breakfast was really good, a great choice for the hotel. We saw the family we had met last night, didn't know that they were staying in our hotel. Their son was severely handicapped but they were so good with him, they were a really nice couple.
We went to the crossroads for some pictures, saw quite a few Harley riders. We then set off for Memphis up Highway 61. It is known as the blues highway, it runs all the way to New Orleans and many blues artists have connections with this road.
We passed field after field of corn, it wasn't very high yet, looked like it had only just been planted.
We passed an Indian reservation that had the usual bunch of casinos and hotels. The Indians pay no taxes on income from these resorts, think this is the trade off for having their lands stolen by the settlers all those years ago!
On the way to Memphis there were some outlet stores, so another spending spree, however, this time it was me doing the spending. Got myself some A &F hoodies for a tenner. Bargain!!!!!
The weather was really hot, high 80's, so it was a relief to get back in the car with air conditioning.
We set off to complete the remaining few miles to Memphis.
It was easy to find the hotel, we stayed there on our previous trip to Memphis. It is right opposite the Peabody, a Memphis institution, but more of that later.
Check in was a bit of an ordeal, we arrived at 3pm and check in wasn't until 4pm. We did our usual request, quiet room, not near a lift or ice machine and no connecting doors. Well, the one allocated didn't meet any of those criteria.
The bar didn't open till 4pm either, so we left our bags and went across the street to Huey's to have a drink and something to eat.
We returned to the hotel about 4.15 and another girl was checking us in, the one earlier had finished her shift. So we went through the same thing again re the room.When we got to our room we had a connecting door! We called down to request a change of room but after about an hour or so of waiting it was obvious it wasn't going to happen. So we stayed where we were.
We got ready and went down to Beale St. It was only a couple of blocks away and we soon came across the Hard Rock. It seemed different to us from last time. We went in, a guy was playing music, and sat down. There were a couple of families where one of the children had graduated and they were out celebrating. Some of these kids are really obese, they are huge.
Sarnie and I kept saying the restaurant looked really different and the waitress told us that they moved to this location a couple of years ago. No wonder it looked different to us!
After dinner, we went for a walk along Beale St. It seemed quite quiet, apart from the music coming from the bars. Great blues and soul, will have some of that tomorrow.
We decided to go back to the hotel and as we were walking back we saw a really drunk guy. He didn't know where he was and had trouble walking.
A black woman who looked like she was either drunk or stoned past us towards the drunk guy.
When I looked back he was being supported by 2 black women, one of whom was the one who had just passed us. I heard her say " do you want to come back to my place?". I guess he was going to get screwed in more ways than one that night.
Got back to the hotel, the bar was closed so off we went to bed.
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