From our bus driver, Pebbles, trolling us with a George Michael song to my 1-year-old cousin's epic meltdown on the bayou, here's how this classic tourist activity went for me and a dozen relatives.
Ha, yeah understood. Probably wouldn't have been the best time to hear "the brown recluse fell on my face from a tree. Right on this turn up ahead, actually"
Did the tour guide say whether he lost that chunk of nose on a past tour or was it some place else?
We didn’t have the bandwidth to ask follow up questions while Etta was scream-crying “DADDYYYYY”
Ha, yeah understood. Probably wouldn't have been the best time to hear "the brown recluse fell on my face from a tree. Right on this turn up ahead, actually"