Back when I was living in Lincoln, England my landlords, Chris & Dave recommended a place for great breakfasts- The Keltic Kitchen. As if by magic ( or once again my travel destiny) I'd called in to refuel the car ( at only $4 a gallon) and there, just next door was the place they'd suggested I try. In true solo-road-tripper style I sat at the bar to eat a mountain of french toast washed down with fresly squeezed O.J. . Thanks for the tip off Chris and Dave!...

There's a theme emerging to the way I'm beginning to embrace my vagabonding status. Unlike an unorganisation it's more like an unwillingness to lay down any set plans. I knew I wanted to leave Boston and get down to Cape Cod but by 10.00am I had no plan of how to get there or where to stay. By 12 noon I was collecting my rental car and preparing myself for my first solo American road trip. Yeeeeeeehaaaaaaa!! I use the term "prepare" loosely here. Prior to leav...

Halloween has always been my favourite festival. So visiting Salem- the site of the witch hunt hysteria was a must on my travel itinery. Each year the town, just north of Boston, hosts a month long Halloween festival. My expectations were high. Arriving late in the afternoon, by the time I'd shuffeled through the quirkey shops full of witch craft oddities, stopped to give my blistered feet some attention and visited the witch museum 2 minutes before closing ther...

I woke up this morning not knowing where I'd be sleeping tonight or how the hec I was going to get there. Fortunately I could use the hostel wi-fi to look for potential places to stay. Unfortunately I couldn't seem to get my act together or master the use of the pay phone to make reservations. Typical Emma, last minute as always. I settled on taking a Greyhound bus leaving at mid-day heading to Boston. The 4.5 hour ride was fine, eased by the onboard wi-fi...se...