Welcome to Day One of my WrestleMania Road Diary! You join our intrepid travellers making their way from cold and blustery New York to the sunnier climate of The Big Easy…
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Good Lord that flight seemed to takes aaaaaages. Although when we finally did touchdown in Louis Armstrong airport, we were immediately bombarded from all sides with WrestleMania advertising. Seriously, the entire airport was decked out in Mania posters and you couldn’t move without seeing John Cena’s stupid face beaming back at you. Stupid John Cena.
We hopped a cab into town, and this is where my first bit of advice comes in. Always get a legit licenced cab. They should have set amounts for taking you from the airport to the city, whereas the non-licenced ones will charge you…well, whatever they see fit. Save your wallet the strain and wait for a proper taxi. It took us roughly 30 minutes to get into New Orleans properly, so after slinging the bags into the hotel (the lovely Inn on St Pauls) we immediately thought about looking around and grabbing some food. That is until we were distracted by a marching band sauntering down our street. In fact, the one thing you notice about New Orleans is that there is music EVERYWHERE. From street performers, to laid back jazz bands performing in the bars up and down Bourbon Street, you can’t move in Nawlins without some toe-tapping tunes following you. Which is awesome.
Straight away we hit Bourbon Street and there was already a definite wrestling vibe in the assembled crowds. Sporadic chants of “CM PUNK” and “YES! YES! YES!” broke out every few minutes, and everyone looked to be having a whale of a time already. If you do plan a Mania trip, I definitely recommend hitting town a few days early just to soak up the atmosphere and hang out with some of the people.
Everyone in town was super friendly (why wouldn’t they be? They’re gonna make a killing from the tourism that week) and everyone seemed to be totally in the spirit of Mania.
We grabbed a bite to eat from Crystal (I guess it’s the equivalent of White Castle, all the food is tiny) and continued to bowl around Bourbon Street as the sun set on our first day in NOLA.
Oh, and we found out what Josef Fritzel has been up to. Looks like he escaped to New Orleans and opened a bar. Just don’t go in the basement…
After a long days travelling, a metric ton of tiny tasty burgers, and a couple of HUGE ASS BEERS…
…we decided to retire for the evening, so we could wake up fresh and ready for our first full day submerged in the WrestleMania atmosphere.