| 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

Separation

All too soon, we have come to the end of our epic journey. (...and to annoy Howie: I hope you all have also enjoyed this journey. Thanks to the faithful readers who have journeyed with us.) ;-) Hee hee.

We reached our final destination in one piece and have now parted ways, at least for now. It was a long, lonely flight back. I was watching the in-flight location tracker screen. It was sad to see the plane image crossing over all the places we went. It felt like I was going backwards. (No! It took us 3 weeks to get all the way to Boston, all that effort...gone in 6 hours)

Until we meet again...