I’m back from my bus trip. It was an experience, and wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. But I don’t want to do it again anytime soon. Although I think everyone should have the experience of riding a greyhound at least once in their lifetime.
I was supposed to leave Ames at 1:10 a.m., but the bus was coming from Minnesota and there was quite a bit of snow, so it was late. I left at 3:10 a.m., but I still made it to Houston by 12:15 a.m. There was one guy on the bus who was coming from somewhere in South Dakota, and he had been on the bus since 3 p.m. and still had a few hours left by the time I got off in Houston. I thought I had it bad.
But I’m back safely and glad to be home.
