The flight to the USA was long and uneventful, but I was still in a daze. The whole trip was like a dream. I seem to remember that the plane stopped twice, once in Tokyo, and again at Guam, before it landed in San Francisco. I have no idea how Paul and Rosemary (friends from Taiwan) found me. They took me to their flat to rest. Later, they showed me around SF and then, late at night, they drove me to the Trailways Bus Terminal. I was finally all on my own for a five night and 4 day journey to Johnson City, TN, which I knew only as a place on a map.