I stood in the pouring rain soaked, teeth chattering, and clothes plastered to my skin. My bag next to me, I was sure that all my stuff would be ruined. Suddenly, a gust of wind sent me stumbling, tripping over my bag, I collapsed into one of the many lakes of muddy rainwater on the side of the road. Tears flowing down my cheeks, I stood up, my sodden clothes covered in mud.
This wasn't what I had had in mind when I set off, on my tour of America, I had planned to take Greyhounds for most of ...