Off to London But Not to See the Queen
Better than that, I took a five hour return trip on another darn Greyhound bus to have coffee with and meet globally known...
Better than that, I took a five hour return trip on another darn Greyhound bus to have coffee with and meet globally known...
Ok. I officially hate the Greyhound bus. FACT. I was supposed to be on a 23:15 bus back to Detroit ahead of my shift with OBC on Sunday. Instead I am still at the bus station as I write this at 7:46 am...
When I arrive in Chicago I head to a café to grab some breakfast before heading to my hostel. Before that though I sit in the Greyhound café and drink coffee and do some work until the sun actually rises...
So, after another overnight greyhound bus ride (yes, I managed to sleep! Even if it was a bit squished) I arrived back in Los Angeles. This time though I am staying with a family which will hopefully give me a better experience of true L.A life.
As some things got re-arranged I decided to book another bus from L.A to San Francisco. The reason being the magnificent redwood trees…
Saturday morning and I get a cab to the Greyhound bus station. I met up with Gareth last night, one of the other scholars from the Nottingham Roosevelt Memorial Travelling Scholarship...