A few months ago I really needed to get out of town. I had just gone through a really exhausting breakup, as well as there was something about hitting the road that felt legitimately healing. I didn’t have much cash, so there is no way that I was going to get on a plane.. Eventually, I decided that I would just get on a Greyhound bus as well as drive across the country until I made it to the other coast. I figured at least I would have some adventures to tell. boy, do I ever have some stories… On this trip, I met so several interesting people. They came from all over the country, a few from across the world, however my buddy and I had a lot of time to talk on the bus. That is, when my associate and I were not complaining about the awful AC. I don’t know if you have ever been on a Greyhound bus for two days straight, but it’s a problem when there is no laboring cooling system. If I had any idea when I jumped aboard, I may not have done the trip. The air on board was so sizzling as well as stagnant, you could cut it with a knife. It was filled with the stench of hundreds, if not thousands, of prior passengers. All of the people who sat there as well as sweated in the heat as well as humidity had left their mark behind. The bus dank. My buddy and I were stuck to the seats with sweat, as well as desperately ganning ourselves. The entire time my associate and I were also holding our noses. Honestly, I was shocked that I ever fell asleep with that amount of heat. It felt like I was kneeling in a sauna trapped on the open road for days. I can tell you, when I finally found the other side of the country, it was the most glorious sight I have ever seen or felt.