Day 67: Coyote Ugly
I slept through to Orlando in Florida and then got on my last bus (for a few days at least) heading for Fort Lauderdale.This time last week, I was in…
Day 66: The Lone Star State
I've got to say, the Greyhound buses ARE THE WORST FORM OF TRANSPORT IN THE WORLD — grotty, no films, no snacks, grumpy-as-hell drivers... My first driver actually got pulled…
Day 65: Entering America
All I got to see of Mexico City was the outskirts and the bus station, but I hear it's not much too look at anyway. Driving reasonably close to Tikal…