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There are a few things to be said for travelling by bus. . .
one of them is that by travelling that way you become truly aware of the distances your travelling, which, although uncomfortable, is a good thing. It makes travelling more real. Or maybe that is just me trying to convince myself that not having a lot of money is actually a good thing. ;-)
Here's some notes I took during the trip:
15:00 Leaving Frankfurt.
16:20 Manheim. Reading 'The Sandman Companion' which I found in the mail just before leaving. Thanks, Anne!
18:45 First stop.
20:40 They begin torturing us with bad German comedies on the board TV. The sound is really loud - inescabably loud. Definitely a strong point *against* travelling by bus.
P.S.: I think we crossed the French border a little while ago. I didn't notice, being totally engrossed in the 'Sandman Companion'.
00:15 For the last 45 minutes I've been trying to go to sleep, an endeavour that was complicated by the the fact that it's virtually impossible to find a comfortable position on a bus seat, and by my generally screwed up sleeping patterns. Besides, I've been having several kinds of angst -- future angst (in the guise of writer's angst), and angst of losing old friends, especially Ebru, whom I haven't seen in too long a while. The future/writer's angst was bestowed on me by the 'Sandman Companion', I think. The last chapter I read was about Neil Gaiman's wish to become a comic writer.
07:30 I've slept through the Pyrenees. Again. Frell.
08:00 In this early morning light the country outside reallz looks as if made out of glass. Truly beautiful. I love Spain.
08:30 Breakfast at Girona. I refrain from brushing my teeth after seeing the long queues waiting to use the two wash basins, and pop in a chewing gum instead, feeling dirty and dishevelled.
09:30 Calling Kadira. The cell phone is frelled up again -- the whole bus can listen to our short and confused conversation!
10:30 Barcelona!
Here's some notes I took during the trip:
15:00 Leaving Frankfurt.
16:20 Manheim. Reading 'The Sandman Companion' which I found in the mail just before leaving. Thanks, Anne!
18:45 First stop.
20:40 They begin torturing us with bad German comedies on the board TV. The sound is really loud - inescabably loud. Definitely a strong point *against* travelling by bus.
P.S.: I think we crossed the French border a little while ago. I didn't notice, being totally engrossed in the 'Sandman Companion'.
00:15 For the last 45 minutes I've been trying to go to sleep, an endeavour that was complicated by the the fact that it's virtually impossible to find a comfortable position on a bus seat, and by my generally screwed up sleeping patterns. Besides, I've been having several kinds of angst -- future angst (in the guise of writer's angst), and angst of losing old friends, especially Ebru, whom I haven't seen in too long a while. The future/writer's angst was bestowed on me by the 'Sandman Companion', I think. The last chapter I read was about Neil Gaiman's wish to become a comic writer.
07:30 I've slept through the Pyrenees. Again. Frell.
08:00 In this early morning light the country outside reallz looks as if made out of glass. Truly beautiful. I love Spain.
08:30 Breakfast at Girona. I refrain from brushing my teeth after seeing the long queues waiting to use the two wash basins, and pop in a chewing gum instead, feeling dirty and dishevelled.
09:30 Calling Kadira. The cell phone is frelled up again -- the whole bus can listen to our short and confused conversation!
10:30 Barcelona!
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(Anonymous) 2002-08-31 03:12 am (UTC)(link)-- CG
BABE!!!
Re: BABE!!!
(Anonymous) 2002-09-02 01:56 pm (UTC)(link)-- CG
Now I rememmber...
Do you read Kadira's journal? You can read her side of the story there ;-) Not that it is very different from mine, we even used some of the same images in our last entries! (Great minds...)