This photograph was taken about a little over an hour before I left Saint Thomas for London — after the hair fire incident. The candles in the photo are the ones that my hair was caught with. The robe I'm wearing in the photo is the inexpensive article of clothing I lost on my journey back to Boston.
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.
Collecting my stuff in preparation for my departure for Boston later today, I didn't notice I was leaning over a lit candle. My hair caught the fire. While the flames seemed quite large, it appears I only lost the equivalent of two or three locks, the damage not really noticeable amongst the rest of my hair.
I don't seem to be having very good luck with these trips to Saint Thomas. The first time it was far to hot to do anything. All goldmourn and I could do was sit and sweat and play Trouble.
This time goldmourn is sick. And, well, that's not very much fun.
I am still glad I've made these trips, and still enjoy them to a degree. It's obviously not goldmourn's the elements have conspired to foil our plans. I don't regret coming, I just wish I had better luck and I hope goldmourn feels better soon.
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.
“It's cooled down in here. This bus is going to take me all the way to London. I'm going to try to get some sleep, hopefully the rest of the trip will go well.”
“I'm in Chicago, I got on the Detroit bus, we made it in time. It's hot as hell on this bus, but at least I'm on it. If it doesn't cool down, I imagine this will be a sleepless night. I just can't sleep in this kind of heat. I should have worn something lighter — like a tank top and shorts.”
“We left Champlain, Illinois about 10 minutes ago, we're running about 25 minutes behind schedule. I only have a 20 minute layover scheduled for Chicago, which means we're going to be cutting it VERY close to make that Detroit bus.”
I've found out more about what went on back in Saint Louis. Apparently the security check we went through which I thought was ridiculous, because they had you walk through the line and then go back to the end of the line after you'd gone through the security check. It seemed relatively easy to just get into the line without going through the security check. I thought it was rather stupid at the time because of that.
But, realize it was actually pretty sneaky. What they did was when you went through the check, they put a small orange sticker on your ticket. Getting on the bus, they flagged anyone who didn't have that orange sticker. The two people who got busted didn't go through the security check and when they got of the bus [security] subjected their bags to an extra-intense screening and, i guess, found the drugs on them.
I still don't know if I'm going to be too late getting into Chicago. But, it looks like since we were only 15 minutes late and I was scheduled for a 30 minute layover, we should be able to make it.
“I'm waiting on the bus at the bus terminal in Saint Louis. They pulled someone off the bus, actually two people, and apparently they were trying to transport something illegal (not sure what it was). I guess they discovered that their checked baggage wasn't checked correctly, and checked their baggage. So, they got busted.
I'm hoping that this doesn't screw up my transfer in Chicago, because that would have a domino effect and screw up my transfer in Detroit as well. This would make the trip a very long trip. It's already long, but it would be extremely long. But, I know that kind of thing happens on Greyhound sometimes. So, if it happens I'll just deal with it. I guess I'll know more when I get to Chicago.”
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