By late morning, boo twists my arm to go for a walk outside of the hotel complex.
Before agreeing to the idea of leaving the hotel by foot, I ask two employees if the surrounding area is safe.
I have to admit, it made me question the neighborhood.
I mean, where did everyone go???
Both the girl working behind the kiosk/front desk, and the lady working in the small shop where we bought a cold bottle of water, assured me that despite it’s shady appearance, the neighborhood is indeed safe.
In fact, there is a school just down the street.
I don’t feel much safer, but I decide to take their word for it.
I channel my best Daryl Dixon and stay alert. I’m ready to unleash some fists of fury, if needed. Thankfully, it’s not necessary…I don’t see any zombies.
After walking a few blocks, passing piles of trash and crumbled remnants of buildings along the way, followed by crossing a relatively busy street with no cross walk, we arrive at a gorgeous river lined with boats and tables filled with fresh fruit and vegetables.
This little market place is a nice departure from the barren rubble we passed to get here.
I no longer feel like I stumbled into an episode of The Walking Dead. Or at least if I have, then I have found Alexandria.
In order to cross the river, you either need to walk across the Queen Emma Bridge, or take a ferry.
Since the Queen Emma Bridge was parallel to the shore in order to let a large cargo ship pass through, we ended up taking the ferry the first time we crossed.