One year and two weeks later, my travels saw me return to the US. I had made it as far as Madrid, Spain but in doing so I had finished my first book, "Everywhere but Missouri, mate!" Guess where was the cheapest place I could find to publish my book? Tennessee. A little town called Collierville, just outside Memphis. This in itself was quite a coincidence. When I had first passed through Memphis more than a year earlier, I'd been unable to line up anyone to stay with. Fortunately I met two English guys at the Flying Saucer pub, and they let me sleep on the floor of their hotel room. A week or so later, as Memphis was nothing but a memory, I received an email from a guy called Andy, annoyed that I had passed through Memphis without staying with him. He had invited me some time earlier, but I had failed to update my records properly and didn't have it on file that Andy was in Tennessee. So I smiled as I emailed Andy a year later, telling him that I would be coming to stay with him after all, and asking if he knew a small town called Collierville. Well, of course you must know where this is heading... Andy and his family live in Collierville, just a mile or two from the printing company that was publishing my book!