When I got to town they told me my hotel was right down the road, well.. right down the road in this city, could be a few minutes or all f**king day. The trafic is the worst I have ever seen in my life, Atlanta has pretty bad traffic, but only part of the day, here it is all day, even on weekends it sucks.


Me and the guy in front of sat here for 9 minutes,trying to make a left turn, the trafic stopped, but they blocked the intersection. this was Saturday about 2:00 in the afternoon.


This is the city, I went out to find some cool stuff to take pictures of and this was it.

This was a little strip mall up the road, the whole city looks like this.

This was petty cool, I haven't seen a McDonalds this old since I was a kid.


Baton Rough is french for red stick, it turns out that a french explorer called D'Iberville showed up on his boat one day and found a cypress pole covered with fish and animal heads,turning the pole red with blood, marking the hunting bounderies of the local native americans, I would have turned around and went back!
Huey P Long coined Baton Rough as Joie de vive (joy of living).
Personally, I can't wait to leave, its foggy in the morning and 250 degrees by 3:00.