An American Odyssey: Part One

Last night I was sleeping on a sofa in London Heathrow Terminal One, I was lucky, having sought out a Costa; others were catching a few brief moments of rest on the floor or on hard vinyl benches around the terminal. Right now I'm waiting for two strangers to pick me up from Richmond airport. This evening I'll be sleeping in shared accommodation at a place most people would term 'a commune' and the two strangers collecting me are two of my hosts there.

This is the beginning of an almost 40 day trip across the United States, and my bank card has already pulled a vanishing trick on me.

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