BLISTERfield

I've never ridden on a long-haul bus in the U.S., although now the count is up to two for the number of other countries I've ridden them in. I've always heard such horror stories about Greyhound, and what with the stellar quality of long-haul buses in Taiwan (I'm sure I posted about the Vibro-buses), I was sure that I would be utterly disappointed and perhaps sickened by the state of the transportation.

Meanwhile, it was pleasant, clean, slow, but not at all the horrible thing I thought it would be! Sadly, this morning on my way back to Montreal, I didn't have time for the morning cup of coffee and all it helps to, uh, get "moving." So I found myself in a very awkward position. Make a turdie on the bus, possibly stinking up the whole thing, *or* waiting until we make a stop with a break. I chose the latter. When we rolled up to our stop for a blessedly long 30 minute break (compared with the 15 min. one we got on the way to Toronto), I high-tailed it to the 'washroom.' It was noon and I was hungry so I thought I'd squeeze some lunch in there too. Uh-huh.

Flash forward to me running to Tim Horton's and trying to shove scalding hot chili into my face before the bus pulls away. I spent most of the rest of the trip home slowly sipping water to dull the pain of my mouth burns. Luckily, it was only another 4 hours back. My mouth also seems to be sufficiently healed.

Thanks to Jen and Matthew for letting me crash on their couch and being the loveliest of hosts! It was fun!