On a Bus to Nowhere
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.