Wednesday, February 25, 2009

My Adventure on a Greyhound Bus Part 3

Sorry it has taken me a little longer than I expected to conclude this series. The north side of D.C. is a very different place. As a man that grew up in the suburbs of a rust belt community, I have never seen anything like this. A lot of housing really close together that looked really small. I never knew D.C. was that big. I know I wouldn't want to live. Not because of the social structure but because I would not know where to go to get things done. There is no state Government. There is no (official) U.S. Government Representation.

This is probably why I was so shocked at the state of D.C. It reminded me a little of Guadalajara in look and feel (minus the Spanish signs). It seemed like an area that had no pride in itself. With the amount of people moving in and out of the community, I can understand why. When we constantly move, how can we love the area we live in? Maybe I'm naturally looking at this because I'm in the middle of moving and how I hate it so much.

But as we pulled into the bus station at around noon, I was hungry and had to go to the bathroom. BUT, I couldn't go do either. Not because there wasn't any facilities. Not because I didn't have time. I had forty minutes. I couldn't go because I had to stand in line in order to make sure I caught my transfer bus. Even though I had a ticket, everything was first come, first serve. If I did any of those things, I was not guaranteed a spot on the bus. As it was, the line was already reaching halfway around the station. If I left my spot, I would be in trouble. Not very convenient. When we loaded the bus, almost every seat was filled. So I could have did those things and got a seat but I could not have been sure.

Thus, I had to wait until Richmond, Va to obtain any of these "luxuries" I craved. I was surprised that Richmond had reasonable food prices though the wait was long. Also, while I was waiting, I think I saw a demon possessed woman. She was sitting in the food cafe, yelling at some other people saying something like "Jesus has a thumb up his butt." I couldn't help but look around and people didn't know how to respond. I didn't know how to respond. I was scared. A manager went over and tried to console her but she came back and continued to yell. I wish I knew what to do. I was at a loss. How did people see this? I don't know but it was an experience.

As we traveled on, I got to sit next to an interesting person who crowded me into a corner. He also kept answering to me whenever my wife called me. It was actually quite funny.

I guess this is long enough. One more post tomorrow for all you found this interesting.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I rode a bus to DC recently it was very nice (I went from St. Petersburg, FL via Richmond, VA). I think I got lucky. On the whole people I met both on and off the bus were personable (relatively) and made interesting temporary traveling companions. It is eye opening as there are certainly...interesting people on the bus and at the stations. But it's a great way to travel if you're not in a hurry. I missed a bus on my way home because it was full, you can use your ticket. They don't look at the time or date so much as they look at the destination. As long as you're on a bus going that way, you can use the ticket any time within three weeks.