We left the Natchez Trace Parkway at Vicksburg, a town famous for a big Civil War battle. I wanted to go to a battle site museum, but the others wanted to push on to Leland to the home of Jim Henson to see a Muppet museum; a green cloth frog won over American history. We passed Redwood, Valley Park, Rolling Fork and signs for the magnificently named Yazoo City. Just outside the town of Anguilla, which was more a collection of rusted caravan trailers and neglected wooden bungalows, we stopped the car for a piss break once more. We purposefully stopped by an abandoned and overgrown house, so we could have a look. We'd driven past countless properties like these on our trip so far, but hand't been in one for a nose around; this was our opportunity. I tentatively climbed up on to the rotten porch, unsure if it would hold my weight or if there were gun-toting crackheads inside. There was no path through the weeds to the house though, so I assumed it didn't get many visitors. Inside was dust and dry decay. There was a rotten settee and bed mattress, and a few clothes clotted with time on the floor, it looked like the house of African Americans from the 1960s if I used historical racial profiling from the discarded material culture left inside. After a short explore, we got back on the road for Leland. We didn't find the Jim Henson museum, which was little bigger than a shed until just gone 4pm, a few minutes after it closed for the day, so we never did get to meet that green cloth frog or his pink slag. We had a little walk anyway along the river to stretch our legs, before settling back in the car: we had a four hour or more drive to reach Memphis, our target for the night.
After leaving Leland we headed West towards Greenville, which felt like a small-town version of The Wire. The town was poor and run down, and seemed to be almost exclusively black. Men sat about on corners, at derelict gas stations, on porches of boarded up houses, doing nothing but sitting, and then staring when we made eye contact. It was odd, it felt a little dangerous and I didn't want to hang around; but I think it was the poverty I was afraid of, rather than any subconscious racism. At least I hope so. Anyway, the reason we headed West was to cross the Mississippi and drive through Arkansas, to tick another State off on the trip. We didn't see much of Arkansas as it was dark before we crossed the border. Visibility was reduced further by heavy rain and a hail storm, which made driving a bit more difficult. Ahead in the distance were a few flashes of brilliant purple lightning, which lit up the sky temporarily as if it were for sale, but we didn't get the close thunder storm we were hoping for. We drove through the dark, only passing Dumas, before reaching Pine Bluff, where we stopped for dinner. We went for a Chinese buffet, which was cheap and ok. A couple at a neighbouring table who'd heard our conversation, asked where we were from. We asked them to guess, and they said 'Sweden'. The fact our private conversation had been in English wasn't enough of a clue to suggest we were from one of a few English speaking countries, Sweden not being one of them. Their guess wasn't unusual however. All along the way when we asked people to guess, English wasn't the winning answer. Australian was the most popular guess from the Americans we encountered, but we also had people suggesting Germany or Finland. We're speaking the Queen's English, God's language, you fucking cretins. Anyway, the lady suggested we finished our lunch and get out of Arkansas, which I think was advice on account of there being little to do here, though it came across as more of a threat. We only stopped to eat twice in Arkansas, and both times we were given the same menacing advice: eat up, and get out. After our cheap Chinese dinner we left Pine Bluff and headed towards Little Rock, of which I only saw its night lights reflected in the low clouds, before continuing along Interstate 40 to arrive in Memphis sometime after 10pm.
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Class man! sweet blog again. U get many pictures of the derelict towns and outposts, that would make for a great wee collection on its own?
ReplyDeleteBTW my girl bought me DSLR for my bday/going away, D3200 and have a 18-55mm lens. I got a bayonet lens hood to stop the glare of sun in hotter countries and was thinking of getting some filters as well but tbh I don't really know what they do...just heard people banging on about them so thought I shud get some! haha. Are they worth getting for a complete amateur pisstaker like me and any tips on how to get started in general buddy (any good advice books/guides etc)?? Good man.