The road to Hell is apparently paved with good intentions, and this sums up our first night in Tucson perfectly. It is clear to us that we are unable to drink only one beer - once the flood gates are opened, they are well and truly open. Shortly after checking into our hostel (filled with strange creatures once again) we were told that the University of Arizona Wildcats (ice hockey) were playing Michigan State "this very night", so off we went to purchase "two of...

The 18 hour bus journey to Albuquerque will haunt us forever, much like the smell of our broken freezer (how do you like your fish fingers sir, rotten to their stinking core?). It doesn't take much to please us these days - Trudy was happy that our room had an actual door rather than a curtain, and Tom was especially thrilled to spend 3 hours in the launderette across the road from our hostel and spent the next 4 days trying to invent reasons as to why more wash...

This post is brought to you by Greyhound - that's why it's late, very long and full of crazies. We left New Orleans and headed to nearby Lafayette on the back of Alex's recommendation (Alex didn't carry us there on his back, this is just a common phrase/saying). The Blue Moon saloon was our home for almost a week and really was worth the entrance fee and bed bug infestation. We were shown our bedroom, which was a corridor, a bunk bed and a curtain (while giving...

Like the poor fools we are, we booked our Greyhound bus to leave from Orlando rather than Kissimmee - so two painful hours of Orlando's finest public transport system later we were finally ready to leave the barren quicksand that is Orlando. The bus from Orlando to Mobile took 13 hours. In Mobile we saw the funniest men's toilet of all time (photos included), the invisible bus stop (bus driver: "you ain't at the right stop - you need to stand over on the other s...

With the hood of the Chrysler down and the sun turned all the way up to 11, we made our way down to Miami in a record amount of style. That style was very quickly removed when we were shown to our hostel room: a miniscule cupboard with 4 metal bunkbeds squashed together (think very cheap and squeaky children's climbing frames). The accomodation was in fact so poor that the only way to get to the room's fridge was to climb THROUGH one of the bunkbeds! The thought ...