I had splurged on a flight into Texas as I was heartily sick of extended train and bus journeys - I think I have managed to use every mode of transport available in this country with the exception of a Segway, and those tours are crazy expensive! Whilst saving me a fair bit of time it's also worth noting that Albuquerque airport = most confusing airport in the history of humankind. The architect needs to take a long look in the mirror! I arrived off the bus and s...

Albuquerque will be likely be my shortest blog (hooray I hear you cry!) since I was only there for an afternoon and be brutally honest - there isn't much there! It's saving grace was the nice sunny weather which let me continue working on my tan as I walked over to 'Old Town', a tourist trap if ever there was one but it was a sweet little area of shops and restaurants with 'authentic' Mexican and Native American shops pushing trinkets and painting and shawls - ma...

The Grand Canyon. Whatever language you put it in I suppose the name speaks for itself, it is nothing if not grand. Other words could be immense, spectacular, massive, jaw-dropping, impressive…the list goes on and on. It's the kind of place that makes you feel insignificant, even the multitudes of camera wielding, socks and sandals wearing, wrinkled tourists are swallowed up by this vast area. My first glimpse of it was actually one of the side canyons that fee...

The reason I had decided to go to Flagstaff was its proximity to the Grand Canyon, and boy am I glad I chose to go! The town itself is relatively small, situated as it is along the old Route 66, which means lots of motels, Harleys and diners. It also has a University campus there so is a bustling place at night with countless bars all playing live music of various styles. I arrived late afternoon and, having picked up an ah-mazing falafel pitta got chatting to a ...

This blog title is surprisingly relevant to Phoenix itself, the heat there is akin to that given out by a blacksmiths forge, or so it seems. The morning of my arrival it was 45 celsius, excessive in anyone's book and my black jeans absorbed every little degree and multiplied it tenfold. Before I get too involved in the detail of my couple of days in Phoenix I'd like to give you a quick snapshot of the greyhound bus I took to this sprawling metropolis. My bus left...