oh my god, what a day.
i hightailed it to south station to get on an earlier bus, and they put me on a bus leaving in 15 minutes. I rolled my luggage over and quickly bought some water and gum.
On the way, I had to get out off the t train a stop early because my transfer station didn't have an elevator down to the platform. I went above ground and walked.
Back to the fung wah bus. I get on at 1:30. We begin the ride to New York.
The cell phone reception in connecticutt is awful. The bus is cold, and I curl up to sleep. While I sleep, the sun comes out and melts the cookie I put in my pocket. The bus stopped at a mcdonald's to let us pee, and i look down to see what looks like a poop stain on my hand. i looked down further to see the chocolate from my melted cookie overflowing out of my hoodie. ewww.
back on the bus. we are in traffic for nearly 3 hours getting into manhattan.
got off on the lower east side at 8:30. Missed my chance to reprint my e-ticket, and missed the connecting bus that i was supposed to get onto philly at 8pm. I walk the wrong way down canal st.
i've got a lot on my mind.
the chinatown bus station is crazy. things are poorly labeled, people are yelling at me to get on their bus.
i accidentally almost got on a bus to dc.
thank god i asked. i hit my head putting my luggage into the cargo on the right bus.
Once i'm on my philly bus, there was a beeping up front, so i moved to the back, and when the bus was moving, it sounded like clattering floorboards. I feared for my life. i had visions of the frame shifting while we were on the highway.
the people in front of me have their ipods on loud. i can hear their music "it's raining men, halleleujah"
whoa. close to midnight i arrived in philly. . .
