I’m On A Bus!
Is it a travel story of legend? Nope. It’s just super boring.
Sure, sure. I watched the world stream by. Pondered my insignificance on a macro, universal scale. Sniffled and coughed through what must be a re-emergence of an untreated sinus infection. But there’s nothing of import to share, no good photos (when shooting through a window of a moving bus at 100+ km/hr, well, murky blurs are the order of the day for my skill sets).
The occasional raindrop taps the roof and the side windows. We crawl along the city motorways, speed by the countryside. Shouldn’t it be the other way round?
To be honest, I sorta dozed in and out of consciousness, logged in to the bus’s spotty mobile wifi and got my e-visa for Myanmar, and mainly was riding along in my autobus.
But before I close this out, a quick story of relativity. We stopped at a rest stop around 1 pm for a 25 minute break, with about 76 miles to go.
First strand of relativity – 25 minutes really meant 39 minutes.
Second strand of relativity – If you really wanted a 500ml bottle of either Coca Cola Light or Coke Zero, how much would you pay?
Would you believe 3,20€?
How about 3,10€?
Ok, ok… 2,60€.
What if I told you that when you walked upstairs there was a vending machine for 2 euros?
Still highway robbery (literally, as we are on the highway), but compared to the others it relatively feels a bargain.
Plus, I needed some caffeine.
Sigh – all that to save a few pennies. But the euros/dollars I blow on new running shoes like I was Monty Brewster looking to run through Brewster’s Millions.
Double dismissive sigh on me… with a twist of lemon.
And now… this.
I’m in Belgium… and THAT is a one euro Belgian waffle!