Bus tripping

One of the cheapest way of traveling around U.S. is definitely by bus. There is a myth that internal flights are cheap, but for who?

If you are looking for the real student-cheap, traveling on wheels is your only option. There are many companies and many stories around bus-traveling, but in one year I always had positive experiences, the biggest problem so far was represented by fast-drivers, that arrived at destination were then looking at you expecting thankful greetings for being on time. Finally today I had my real experience. When it was time to come back from Boston to New York, the snow started to fall more heavily. Of course. I don’t know why but I had the bad idea of sitting right behind the driver, and the first thing I noticed was the mileage of that bus. More than 450K. Not encouraging. However the trip started without problems and It was going smoothly, until I noticed another thing.

The shift indicator wasn’t moving from 4. The driver started sending pictures and being nervously on the phone with somebody trying to help from distance. I could see a service station ahead, so I figured the guy was going to stop. We couldn’t get to New York in 4th gear. Sooner or later we would have had to stop and that would be it. I was wrong. Driven by the force of nature the driver didn’t stop, and he was decided to take us as far as possible. Until we found a traffic jam. Again, I was stupid enough to think that he would give up and just pull over on the right, acknowledging the fact that he just had to stop there. Again, I was wrong. He just overtook cars on the left as much as he could, until he just had to stop to avoid collision. So here we are, in the middle of a snow storm, in the middle of the highway. Sunday Night late show. We armed ourselves with a lot of patience and wait two hours for an empty bus arriving from Boston, and another hour for the police that stopped the traffic to help us transfer with the luggages from one bus to the other, in the middle of the road, in the middle of the snow. We finally got home at 2AM, happy and relieved, with a new story to tell.

Alberto Pizzoli

Architect, born in Verona in 1988.

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