Traveling By Bus In The * USA: A primer
USA -Barb Howe/Lucky White Girl -June 23, 2007: -- Not that I mean to sound conceited about it or anything (because there is a certain category of folks to whom such a claim would sound admirable) but I have done a significant amount of bus travel in my life. I've been on rickety old former school buses in Guatemala re-incarnated into gentle metal mammoths belching diesel fumes into the air as they careen along green mountainsides loaded down with people, tourists, chickens, bags of maiz and sometimes goats and pigs. I've been on luxurious double-decker Pullman buses in South America with reclining plush seats, air conditioning and Jackie Chan movies. And I've been in dingy Greyhound buses with malfunctioning toilets easing in and out of dirty downtowns in cities across the US. No matter where you are, buses in some form or another, are the ultimate in proletariat transportation! They are, arguably, the best way to really see a country and its people (the only near comparisons I can think of being trains and bicycles, but that's another post)... Buses in the US are not as colorful nor as convenient as they are in other countries. There's no doorman or small boy riding shotgun and yelling out the name of the destination in a voice that echoes through the misty morning of a third world bus depot where women in huipils cook fresh arepas or tortillas and serve strong lukewarm coffee for hungry travelers in hole-in-the-wall restaurants. But you WILL share your ride with grandmothers and young people, hippies and recovering drug addicts. And maybe if you're very lucky, there will be some long-haired romantic on board who will break out the guitar and sing you some beautiful old love songs along the way...
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