gryffyn gave goldmourn and me a ride up to London, where I caught the bus back to Boston. In short order I screwed up boarding the bus and spilt my entire cup of coffee (a lot of it going on my skirt).
However, things seemed to go a bit better until we reached the border. Compared to the security personal at the Canadian border, the Americans are fascist assholes. Someone in front of me put his hands in his pocket while waiting for the border guard to confirm his identification, for which he received the threat: "WE'RE NOT PLAYING GAMES! DO YOU WANT TO GO TO JAIL RIGHT NOW?". His was hardly atypical treatment. Greyhound had scheduled 15 minutes to cross the border. However it took us over an hour to get through security, and there was no one ahead of us. The imagery reminded me more of the check points in the old Soviet Bloc rather than something I'd hope to expect from the United States. How times change.
Luckily the hold up at the border didn't cause me to miss my connection at Syracuse. Other than losing an inexpensive article of clothing, the rest of the trip went smoothly — I walked out of the bus station the exact moment purpleglitter was pulling into the parking lot.
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I didn't do my normal voice post updates during this trip, because the entire LiveJournal voice post system was down the entire trip.
goldmourn and gryffyn met me at the bus depot in London. A few stops for coffee and supplies, and I'm now arrived safely at goldmourn's apartment in Saint Thomas.
“I'm in Detroit waiting to depart for London, Ontario. If all goes well, Amber's friend Gwen will pick me up in London and drive me to Saint Thomas and I'll see Amber sometime this afternoon.
The next time I post will probably be from Ambers house. At least will hopefully be, because if I'm posting from somewhere else that would mean that somewhere my plans went awry. But, I don't anticipate that.