081002 Memphis, TN (Part I)

So now that we're back home, I've finally got enough time to upload some fottergrafs. Unfortunately, I've discovered that the bulk of my photos from the cultural goldmine that is Graceland have mysteriously disappeared from my thumb drive. I suspect that whilst trying in vain to transfer photos off my memory card at any number of hotel/hostel computers, some of my files went to that special place where photos go to die. This brings about two important notes:

1) You will never get to see my photos of Elvis' fantastic taste in interior decor, from the green shag pile and mirror-paneled ceilings, to the Magic Yellow Room of Three Televisions.
2) I will someday have to revisit Graceland.

Downtown

Beale Street. Once the epicentre of the blues, now mostly a dwelling place for tourists and frat boys.

Apparently there is still a fanbase for Gwar, and it exists in Memphis.

A. Schwab, an old store on Beale. What I imagine Gowings would have been if they had stopped getting new stock sometime in the 1950s and you know, still existed.

When in need of a current Red Devil Numerological Almanac, look no further than A. Schwab!

After over an hour of wandering in trying to find this gorram place, Jono triumphantly hoists a sliced pork sandwich from Cozy Corner.

After said wandering, we couldn't be arsed walking all the way back to the hotel, so we got the tram part way. It sure was less efficient than walking, but pleasantly so.