| end of the road |
I've read an obscene amount of books and magazines and children's escapist fiction in the last 24 hours. On the plus side, I am home.
My last leg was uneventful. I waited at the Boston terminal until it was close to the ticketing time to purchase my bus ticket home. I chose the Chinatown bus company with less people on the line so I could be on an emptier bus. (which was Lucky Star Bus Company)
Some observations:
* Bus company has a rest stop at one of those Asian buffets. ("China Buffet" or something...) I ran off to get stuff from the supermarket next door.
* The majority of the Chinatown bus was not Asian.
* The bathroom on the bus was surprisingly clean and didn't smell.
* Good reading lights. And it's nice to be carrying a sleeping bag with you, especially if the bus is freezing (although I overheard the drivers talking to one another in Mandarin about how the other buses are breaking down and their A/Cs barely work.
Great experience, and I read and I read until I got home, and then read some more before going to sleep, and then some more this morning. Maybe my mind is filled with the echoes of this journey, or I needed to fill a newly found void after three weeks with constant companions.
anyway, reflections on the road later. I'm sleepy, can't write, and should be off to bed. Plus I'm getting sappy.
I miss you.
c=c
My last leg was uneventful. I waited at the Boston terminal until it was close to the ticketing time to purchase my bus ticket home. I chose the Chinatown bus company with less people on the line so I could be on an emptier bus. (which was Lucky Star Bus Company)
Some observations:
* Bus company has a rest stop at one of those Asian buffets. ("China Buffet" or something...) I ran off to get stuff from the supermarket next door.
* The majority of the Chinatown bus was not Asian.
* The bathroom on the bus was surprisingly clean and didn't smell.
* Good reading lights. And it's nice to be carrying a sleeping bag with you, especially if the bus is freezing (although I overheard the drivers talking to one another in Mandarin about how the other buses are breaking down and their A/Cs barely work.
Great experience, and I read and I read until I got home, and then read some more before going to sleep, and then some more this morning. Maybe my mind is filled with the echoes of this journey, or I needed to fill a newly found void after three weeks with constant companions.
anyway, reflections on the road later. I'm sleepy, can't write, and should be off to bed. Plus I'm getting sappy.
I miss you.
c=c
posted by Howie C | 10:57 PM
3 Comments:
c=c
way to show me the blog now that the road trip is OVER. poop on you.
i guess it's an inside thing, but the first thing i thought of when i saw the "c=c" was double-bonded carbons... :| -sei
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