It's nine o' clock in the morning, Paul shouts: "Good Morning Vietnam!", followed by an immense sound of slide guitar. Guess what, that woke me up. Paul wanted to have some fun and turned on the stereo with a loud track from slide guitarist Lil' Ed & the Blues Imperials. Time for an improvised breakfast. I check my cellphone and see no messages from my beloved wife, of course, we're in the middle of the woods and there's no connection. The first thing we'll do today is visit the graves of Charlie Patton and Willie James Foster. Therefore, we have to be in Holy Ridge. Again I get emotional, also because of the fact that graveyards over here are not so well maintained. After that, up to Indianola (homeplace of blueslegend B.B. King) but not without having a stop in Leland where we go to visit the Highway 61 Blues Museum. An old (and very kind) lady tries to answer all of my questions. After arriving in Indianola, we go to the juke-joint Ebony. This is the place where it all started for B.B. King. The owner is still the same, Mary Shepard receives us in a very familiar way, like she already knows us a long time. That touches me deeply. We talk for about one hour and a half, the five of us. May is a storyteller, her stories ask for respect. But we have to leave, not without shooting another picture of the group. I promise to send her a printed sample later. We hit the road again, up to Moorhead, the place "Where the southern crosses the yellow dog". This crossroad got international fame in 1914 by W.C. Handy's original bluessong "The Yellow Dog Rag". Finally, we want to see Robert Johnson's grave. We choose Morgan City. Confusing? Not really. It's a fact that nobody really knows over there where Robert Johnson is buried. They wrote a lot about him, that he sold his soul to the devil in order to play the real blues. If you believe it… It is almost dark when we arrive with our host Alan. That means that we will have another real American dinner, the last one in the Delta region. Tomorrow we'll go back to Memphis to spend our last evening in the USA. I hope to see one more good blues show on Beale Street. Also today I'm having troubles to find an internet connection. If you can read this post, I succeeded.

Bobtje