Crossing the border into Arkansas I headed to the Strawberry River for breakfast and a swim: there's nothing quite like chewing on juicy ripe strawberries while doing butterfly!
Then I headed up into the Ozarks, and made good speed at high altitude across the impressive mountain range: I could see why Arkansas is called the Natural State.
I made it down to Little Rock by early afternoon, and continued to England for lunch.
I continued travelling south after some veggie sausages and mash. When I passed Carthage I saw a load of people riding elephants, which I thought was a very strange sight; although they looked as shocked to see me as I them.
I made it down to El Dorado by evening, and came across a gold miner who'd had a tree fall on her.
She said 'Can you saw, if so, there's a saw over near my bag, and would you mind sawing this tree off me?'
I said ''ah can caw' and rushed over to the saw before freeing her.
She was unharmed and cooked me dinner in return for my efforts.
After eating and saying goodbye I continued south to the border with Louisiana; the last stop on my journey down MIMAL.
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