smellin’ the roses: day 2
The second day was on and off. Everyone was tired because of Greyhound time. We stopped two or three times during the night and was ordered off the bus. No more than 2 hours of sleep at a time. “Sucks a lot!” We gradually fell more behind as the incompetence of the Bus grew.
In Amarillo, Josh, Brad and I stopped at a Japanese food place a block away from the station. I had not been to Texas for a couple years, but I remembered everything as I walked in the door to this place. A man standing behind a sushi bar greeted us with a “Whats up Amigos?” in broken english. He had a 10 gallon hat on, and a western style shirt. Classic. Everything is not only bigger in Texas, it is much, much more cowboy. We met a guy from the Bay Area while we where waiting for the food. Talked about Bhutto’s assassination and surfing. What a Californian.
We got the food to go and went back to the bus stop, as we feared we would miss the Bus. Much to our chagrin, we did not even come close to missing it. The bus was being changed because the heater of the old one died. As if we couldn’t tell on the way. It was really, really hot during the night, then really, really cold during day. I hate you Greyhound.
So we were running even more late.
Brad didn’t want to waste his wasabi.
cross posted, and more after the jump, from facephotos
+ Josh Birnbaum + Roxy Ryan + Brad Vest
More to come…