Still hungover from our night out in Vancouver we landed in Chicago and managed to find our hostel in Greek town, John’s face immediately lighting up at the sight of all the kebab shops around. Surprise surprise we were too early to check in so once again we dumped our bags and wondered into the…
After the busy few days in San Francisco it was time yet again to jump onboard the Greyhound and make our way up to Vancouver, Canada via a brief stop in Seattle.
After our few days experiencing the lights and madness of Vegas it was time to hit the hilly city of San Francisco. Unable to check in we quickly dumped our bags at our hostel and headed out to explore.
Well. After a calamity of a journey which will go down in the history of our trip as the worst bus journey EVER, we eventually made it to Las Vegas, almost 13 hours late for part two of our Las Vegas experience.
After spending time in Memphis, home of the blues and birth place of rock n roll, it was time to move on, and sticking to the musical theme, we hit New Orleans; the home of Jazz, the big easy!