My bus to NYC was late morning so I was slightly rushed when I set off to walk to the station. I got a swift peek at the Liberty Bell, swarming with Japanese tourists so barging my way through with a giant backpack went down like a ton of bricks, almost literally as if I'd have fallen over I'd have taken them all out with me! Potentially my shortest bus journey landed me in New York City, a whirlwind of sounds, colour, lights and people compared with pretty much...

My penultimate journey was to Washington DC, home of the President and my old school friend Adam and his wife Lindsay, who I was staying with for 3 nights. To continue with my tales of transport woe (I'll never curse a late Leeds-Skipton train again!) I had probably the second worst experience of my entire trip. As if it wasn't stressful enough nearly missing the bus in the first place, the journey was meant to last 15 hours, of which I'd booked a night bus so I ...

I got the Amtrak up to Memphis, where I was staying one night before hopping on the bus to Nashville. Sadly this didn't give me any spare time to see the home of Elvis - what I did see was a bit rough to be honest so maybe it's not a bad thing I didn't spend any time there. It was back on the greyhound to get to Nashville, or Nashborough as it was originally monikered before the council decided to go for the French version. Whilst waiting at the station I'm pre...

Fancying a change to the norm I got the Megabus to New Orleans - or if you are saying it like a local 'N'awlins'. Aside from being one of only two white people on the trip and getting surreptitious looks from the other passengers, this trip has made me a lot more sympathetic to how people must feel when they are a minority, but for the duration it was a stress-free ride. The journey itself had one of the more interesting window views I've experienced, driving t...

I travelled to the greyhound station in the heaviest rain imaginable - by the time I got to the station water was dripping from my nose and every single one of my bags was soaking through. Oh dear. 5 minutes attempting to dry my socks under the hand dryer was all I had before we were boarding the bus so I had nice damp feet for the entire journey to Houston - not a pleasant experience! Once I arrived in Houston my mood was quickly brightened by the most beautiful...