Atlanta, Georgia is the home of Coca-Cola - a typically American, consumer-driven way to summarise a place, - but in this case, it's self-evident. We chose Atlanta because of its location as a useful stop-over, rather than out of any particular desire to go there; the skies were grey with the promise of rain, and other than being the home of Coca-Cola and some interesting museums, I hadn't heard that there was much to see. There is only one hostel in Atlanta (Atlanta Hostel), and it certainly takes advantage of its monopoly status, charging high rates for measly 'breakfast' and rentable [View Full Entry]

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After enjoying the Nashville country music scene - a scene based around a genre of music that is, quite honestly, of no real interest to me - I was fairly excited to move onto Memphis, the home of rock and roll, and the birthplace of many a soul star's rise. Unfortunately, my initial foray into this historic town held no such romance or musical power for me, as I found myself thrust from the busy streets and morning sunshine of Nashville, into its neighbour's bitter cold and empty streets. It was more than two hours (a time that included two [View Full Entry]

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I have been travelling now for somewhere in the region of five to six weeks, and am only now realising my long-formulated plans of blog-writing. Better late than never, I suppose. So, I guess that I should begin with a brief introduction about my trip for the legions of fans that I'm sure this blog will captivate. Where to start? In brief, I am travelling through the Americas - having begun in New York and San Francisco - and now working my way to Miami, from whence I'll be flying to Mexico, busing through Central America, and eventually flying to [View Full Entry]

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