#949374 by pjh
19 Mar 2019, 16:20
You now find us in a SkyLounge after a perfectly pleasant, if slightly noisy, trip up from New Orleans (recounted here). This was initially quite busy and it took a couple of swift moves to find a space that suited, far away from loud businessmen and close to charging points. This lounge’s design was different to the other Delta lounges we’ve encountered, in that it was a long corridor leading to food and drink stations with smallish alcoves on both sides rather than a single large space. It did mean we couldn’t see whether the complexities of SkyLounge entry were better or worse understood by passengers in Detroit than in New Orleans, but one can only pack so much fun into one day.

Food and drink offerings looked good, though rather worryingly the JD bottle was empty at first. I’d resolved to limit myself to snacks in anticipation of being fed on the flight, so didn’t sample the rather fine smelling 3 been chilli that was one of the available items.

Given that the terminal shopping experience had looked less appealing than a trip round an IKEA Marketplace, we settled into reading and trying (and failing) to be witty on social media. This, and a couple of JD and Diet Cokes passed the time pleasantly enough until the time that the flight status switched to “Boarding” on to Departure screen, which again was slightly ahead of the time that was printed on the boarding flimsy.

This evening’s carriage was an A330 with the standard Delta One offering. We’d opted for a pair of seats in the centre toward the rear of the forward cabin. They seemed to be in good condition, and felt a bit more spacious than they were for our NYC trip last year, but that’s probably just my mind playing tricks. The couple behind us were English, returning home and had been seated in front of use on the leg from MSY. I did wonder whether they’d taken up the same fare offer as we had, but never found the right opening to ask. Though alcohol does dampen my inhibitions a little, the thought of them recoiling in horror when engaged in conversation by this strange scruffy person who’d spent more time choosing from the drinks menu than choosing from the food menu holds me back.

The IFE was of good quality and a decent set of offerings. This time I settled in for the documentary “Three Identical Strangers”, which I believe was available on All4 recently. A quite astonishing story about triplets adopted by different families, who were actually part of an experiment.

Food was fine and plentiful. I can report that the Delta beef offering was not superior or inferior to the VS offering, and I wish there’d been a vegetarian option that I’d had appealed. Delta are, however, feeders so I didn’t go hungry between the multi part starters and desserts. I opted not to have breakfast, so can’t report on that.

What made the flight was the crew. The Purser, who sounded like she had Welsh heritage, endeared herself when first making her introductions by saying “I must apologise for this dreadful music…I can’t think who chooses it” and then recommending “Bohemian Rhapsody”. She also endeared herself to me by keeping me supplied, unbidden, with JD Single Barrel, some of which came home with me. The rest of the cabin crew were on form too, and once boarding was almost complete the Captain walked through the Delta One cabin saying “Good evening” to everyone and chatting to those who wanted a few words; I overhead discussion of aircraft types he was qualified to fly and how often he’d seen the Northern Lights. We were away on time, advised of a short flight time and the likelihood of being put into a holding pattern over London as to wait for Heathrow to come to life. (I sent a message to DL asking them to thank the crew of both our flights on this return trip).

Though I still find it difficult to get a restful sleep even in a flat bed, I dozed (tiredness, you know) during the flight and didn’t get hit once by MrsPJH, so mustn’t have been snoring. I woke about an hour out somewhere over Ireland. As predicted by the flight crew we did a few holding circuits and then took the route that brings you in from the east over north London, turn over Canary Wharf and then west over south London. I think it must have been one of the passenger’s first time into London, as the Purser spent some time pointing out the landmarks before taking her seat for landing.

It was another very, very smooth landing. On the taxi to the stand I get a slightly melancholic feeling when passing the various airline’s aircraft, remembering trips gone by and wondering when, and where to, the next time would be.

We must have been one of the first international flights in as when we arrived at passport control each of the e-Gates had a queue of only a couple of people. This didn’t speed up the process of getting bags, but you can’t have everything.

Though we’d taken public transport down to LHR I didn’t fancy the reverse journey after a night flight, so had arranged a car and we headed off to Arrivals to have a properly hot cup of tea and some breakfast. For some reason both MrsPJH and I opted to have showers, which turned out to be a sound decision.

Our car was a little late, but no matter as the trip back was untroubled by delays and quite swift. Arriving home is always a slightly tense moment, as it has sometimes involved finding defrosted freezers or internal water features that were not present when we left. This time it was being greeted by the builders telling us that we wouldn’t have hot water for another five days and the back part of the house being held up by acrow props (expected, but still eversoslightly disturbing).

As promised:

Lowlights:

Accommodation: two nights in a dimly lit house in Natchez. A night in a hotel featured in Gordon Ramsey’s “Hotel Hell” series; if that was post improvement. I hate to think what it was like before.

Seeing the empty properties and generally dilapidated state of many of the towns on the Mississippi that had clearly once been thriving commercial centres. They are trying to pull themselves up, but they have a job on their hands.

Highlights:

New Orleans: though Mardi Gras night was a bit too much for us, it’s a fascinating city and would love to return. Many of the city’s attractions close down for Mardi Gras, and I’d like to try Bourbon Street of an evening when it’s not quite so mad. Our storm lashed bayou tour was quite something too.

Memphis: Civil Rights Museum, Stax, Sun and Graceland. What’s not to like, though Beale Street itself was a one night only attraction

Vicksburg: Site of a crucial Civil War siege, much of the battlefield is now preserved as a National Park. You get a real sense of the topography of the battle, and the blood spilled for small amounts of territory.

Nashville: Visiting the Ryman Auditorium. Almost buying a Stetson. One of the nights on Broadway, hopping in and out of the bars to hear various bands. Will be quite happy if I don’t hear “Folsom Prison Blues” for a while though.

Accommodation: one night in a wonderful antebellum house in Vicksburg, and a night in a shack in Clarksdale, with guitars available...
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#949393 by David1946
20 Mar 2019, 01:57
Again thanks for the TRs they were really interesting. Having been to New Orleans twice the music in the streets is fantastic and quite often by youngsters. We found Vicksburg interesting as well. In Memphis we also toured the Gibson Guitar factory which is 1 block from Beale St.
#949396 by David
20 Mar 2019, 08:25
Well done. I love these trip reports. !!

Followed your travels and nightmares from beginning to end, recognised many of the events and was nodding my head in agreement many times. they were the perfect antidote to just arriving home from my latest adventure full of drepression :-)

(As one point in thought I was reading a honeylamb report)

Get back In planning mode for the next one

Many thanks ( did I say I love trip reports :-) )

David
#949406 by pjh
20 Mar 2019, 11:07
David1946 wrote:Again thanks for the TRs they were really interesting. Having been to New Orleans twice the music in the streets is fantastic and quite often by youngsters. We found Vicksburg interesting as well. In Memphis we also toured the Gibson Guitar factory which is 1 block from Beale St.


The best music we came across in a New Orleans was a band playing in a shop doorway on Frenchmen Street. Started out with about 5 of them, and then 3 or 4 others just wandered up and joined in. I do hope we get the chance to go back.

Unfortunately the Gibson factory closed recently. Not sure my budget could have covered, nor my playing deserved, an impulse purchase... :)
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#949408 by David1946
20 Mar 2019, 11:47
Sad about the Gibson factory as it ws a really interesting tour and seeing a guitar manufactured from start to finish. As you say in New Orleans groups just set up in the streets and you see some leaving and others joining with no interruption to the music. We've been twice and would love to go back.
#949413 by hiljil
20 Mar 2019, 12:03
Thank you again for such an entertaining read. I really felt your lows and highs ! :-D
#949433 by buns
21 Mar 2019, 18:12
Sorry for being late to the party here!!

Thanks for ALL of your TRs; found them all intersting reading and helped me recall somer of the "finer" moments of traveling Delta internally :D

You certainly had a good crew on the return Transatlantic leg

Thanks once again

buns
#949447 by pjh
22 Mar 2019, 23:03
buns wrote:Sorry for being late to the party here!!



You are forgiven, my son.
#949459 by buns
23 Mar 2019, 16:09
pjh wrote:
buns wrote:Sorry for being late to the party here!!



You are forgiven, my son.


:D :D :D

TRs on V Flyer are currently a very welcome distraction, so thank you once again

buns
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