Well, we decided that Amtrak would be the way to go in getting the kayaks back to New York. It took more than a few phone calls and research on the internet, but we learned that at least in theory we could take our kayaks on the train.
Ken drove us to New Orleans, we packaged our kayaks and we got them checked in without an issue. The guy there said that they usually get a few kayaks a year. Had we only known it would have saved us a major headache. They did however charge us each a $5 handling fee and $12.50 for $2,500 worth of insurance. Truly a bargain at twice the price.
The three of us made our way to Central Grocery, the place where the Muffulletta sandwich was created. We had to have one last meal. We also bid Ken farewell as he had to get home, having already missed a day of work. Not only that but he drove about 20 hours in picking us up for Christmas, picking us up from Venice and dropping us off in New Orleans. Seriously Ken, Thanks buddy. I don’t know what we would have done without you.
The miserable weather that had been forecast was upon us, but as Kobie hadn’t been to New Orleans before we had to head down to Bourbon Street. It was awfully quiet on a rainy Wednesday, but we strolled around and had a few drinks. As our train was early in the morning, we made it an quiet one.