Little Rock, Arkansas, was a town I heard country music songs about growing up, and that was the extent of my knowledge. The capital and most populated city of a southern state in the middle of America is where, on Friday at 5am, my Megabus pulled into, dropping me at a seedy petrol station.
"What made you come here?" I was repeatedly asked during my three-day adventure in a town with incredible food, a beautiful river, an abundance of creative businesses, but also with a reputation for poverty and crime. It's infamously racially divided; look up "Little Rock Nine" to learn more about that.
