Having hit the river I decided I had probably gone far enough west so headed south into the Magnolia state. Not yet overdosed on Elvis I dropped in at his birthplace in Tupelo. It is far removed from Graceland, just a two room shack on the wrong side of town. Now travelling down the Natchez highway which goes down across the heart of Mississippi. Staying in the capital, Jackson. In the real south now where the accents are broader and the faith stronger. The churches are massive, and unlike British ones, are full of people.

Miles driven: 293