I had the good fortune to kiss the famous Blarney Stone this week on my wanderings, so, apologies in advance if I've blathered on even more than usual but Ireland's lush beauty is enough to bring out the poet in all of us.
First dispatches from Ireland - thanks for sticking with my walk despite the sudden shift in continents!
This is Chippewa Square in Savannah, where Forrest Gump perched in that iconic scene at the end of the Oscar-scooping 1995 best film. My Gump pose is not at all convincing but, to be fair, my freshly shorn Tom Hanks hair is spot on.
Phew, finally made it to the east coast by the skin of my teeth. Hard to believe it's been nearly six months and 2700 miles on the road: a hard road sometimes for sure but one full of wonders that I've been so lucky to complete.
Tom arrives at Tybee Island on the east coast of America, 2,700 miles and 168 days into his world walk.
Hello y'all, as they say in the South. Well, in less than two weeks I hope to be plunging into the sea at Savannah in celebration, having walked from the west coast of America to the east coast (provided my visa hasn't expired!).
Alabama is now done and dusted. I was put up by so many trusty locals here I've lost track. Whether in Mexican restaurants, church halls, funky lakeside apartments or mobile homes, Alabama has been very good to me.
This post is all about lush and complicated Mississippi. Mississippi is my smallest, quickest state to date but made a huge impact, its beauty, its history, its contradictions.
Hello all, here's the latest dispatches from the road. Writing this from Greenville, Mississippi, after completing beautiful Arkansas yesterday.
Update from the last action-packed days in Texas. I've covered 200 miles in a week and a half so now a bit weary and laundry ripe enough to dance the tango.