Despite this part of the trip having been marked as “Memphis”
on Bex’s super-organised Excel spreadsheet, I can't honestly claim to have been
to Memphis itself: we passed through the pretty standard-looking downtown area
on the bus, it's true, but where we were really headed was several miles out of
town:
Elvis Presley's mansion, now a museum to the King,
Graceland. Bex
was erring on the side of taking a cab until we discovered that the bus right
in front of us (the 43, fact fans) stopped there.
A 40-minute journey
and it cost $1.75/£1.20 (see what I mean about cheap travel)?
This also turned out to be one of the friendliest bus
journeys I've been on. As usual, being blatant tourists in a strange place, we
were initially slightly afraid of being robbed and killed, but everyone seemed
in a good mood, perhaps because it was Friday night, and random strangers were
chatting to each other all the way until we got off at Heartbreak Hotel.
