City of Ruston

I am never drinking again.... not with Mississippi hillbillies anyways. The cinnamon whisky, Miller Lite, caramel Schnaps, and let’s not forget the crawfish and sausage were not very nice to me the next morning. After waking up at 10 in the morning, I literally grabbed my stuff together and hit the road as soon as possible. What seemed like a great evening yesterday (which I truely believed that evening), could also be described in a more sober/ realistic way: Totally racist, drunk trailer trash people carrying knives and guns... So not to to tempt faith too much, I took off as fast as I could.
Don’t get me wrong, it was a great experience, but somehow some voice in my head said that this could have ended a lot different....
But.. We survived once more, and now I am heading into the sunset again.
I decided that I had seen enough of the swampland, racist hillbillies, and apparently there was more to come when i would go down south even more.. So I desided to leave Mississippi, and head east towards Texas. I didn’t drive far, and found a nice quiet campsite where I would stay for 2days just to recover from driving I had done all week. Too bad not many people were around to talk to, but somehow I did not care. just needed a good night sleep, get new provisions, and clean the septic tank... yes one of the better jobs when traveling with an RV.

Warm regards, and talk soon!

BTW here are some random pictures, as this day photography was not on my to do list...Read more