#gogreyhound

[stomptheswamp]

This is the Chariot that will bring me home. May or may not smell like a happy meal rn... but it will bring me back to Zion. #gogreyhound (at Rock Springs / Green River KOA Journey) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1VFq_WB-u3/?igshid=16h7yyjjl3kt

[hjharding]

Washington and Baltimore

There was a brief stop in D.C. Like, I didn’t even get off the bus, quick. Some people got off, others got on. Griffin and I stayed put. I knew we were coming up to D.C. when I looked out the window and saw what I think is the capital building. A moment later I saw the Washington Monument. Tried to take a picture but each time by the time my camera focused, there were trees in my way. Oh, well. And didn’t even try to take a picture of the rainbow. Not often I see both sides of a rainbow, but I did this time.

My longest layover, this trip, I’m not sure about the return, is here in Baltimore. About three and a half hours. Which would probably be less of a big deal if it weren’t from 9:30 at night to 1 in the morning. Fortunately, the bus station has a 24/7 restaurant, and free WiFi. So far, trip really could be worse.

Griffin at the Restaurant. We said ‘Hi’ to a girl with a bear.

[hjharding]

First leg was to Richmond. My sister lives in Richmond. She was working, but I made sure to send her a few texts to annoy her say hi. Trip to Richmond convinced me Greyhound will not be my new favorite way to travel. Bus travel is kind of jerky, and at least twice we passed large trucks so closely that people on that side could reach out the window and touch the truck. Would not recommend it because those windows really aren’t meant to open except in emergencies, having your hands out while going 60+ miles an hour is pretty uncomfortable, and I imagine touching those bolts and rivets would hurt.

Bus was about three-quarters full, and window seats must be hot commodity, as every single one was taken. Asked a stranger if I could sit with him, was told yes, and preceded not to speak another word to each other for the rest of the trip. Actually, hardly anyone spoke. I could hear soft music from various people’s phones, but that was it.

Everyone got out at Richmond, and despite the fact that we were supposed to stay on the same bus, they switched busses because the a/c was out.

The terminal at Richmond.

The bus from Richmond to Baltimore was nicer. There was a/c, fewer people, and I got a row to myself. Still very quiet. And I was able to finish some school work.

[hjharding]

Journeys

I have to go to Pennsylvania for a week because of school. I live in Virginia. I can drive, but my car is lousy and I haven’t driven more than an hour, maybe two at one time. Ever.

Because of these reasons, I am taking Greyhound bus. Who wants to hear about my adventures on Greyhound?

Because no one wants to see a lot of pictures of me, including me, the part of me will be played by my lovely griffin, mascot of Seton Hill university, where I am going. All posts will be tagged as Griffin Quest, which honestly sounds like it should be a much cooler story.

The journey begins! P.S. Lovely griffin is still nameless. I am taking suggestions. Also, due to the whimsical nature of WiFi, not everything will be posted live. (I’m technically in Baltimore already.)

[bigdancombat]

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LMAO! #spiderman #gogreyhound https://www.instagram.com/p/BvdcYCTAi3U/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1b23skwe1llpr

[molliecorbett]

#gogreyhound #pitstop #seatstaken #imgointoJackson (at Ruston, Louisiana) https://www.instagram.com/p/BvIDqe4BHS0qj03Xp6qGUrTK_dPkk01CH78Am40/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1710jydpbp9la

[buurmanenbuurvrouw]

Buurman 81

Ik zit in de bus van Washington, D.C. naar Tennessee, een busreis van bijna veertien uur. Een reis die begint op zo’n vijf kilometer van het Witte Huis en me brengt naar een universiteitsstad in het oosten van de Volunteer State.

In Charlottesville in de staat Virginia stap ik over op een andere bus. Bij de deur word ik begroet door een nieuwe buschauffeur. Anders dan zijn voorganger, draagt deze man een strak grijs Greyhound-pak inclusief klassieke hoed. Achter zijn bril lachen zijn ogen. Ik ga helemaal voor in de bus zitten, zodat ik deze veertien uur in ieder geval nog van het uitzicht kan genieten. De chauffeur installeert zich snel. Hij is de enige in de bus die een gordel heeft. Zijn pet legt hij links naast zich, rechts van zijn stoel zet hij een kleine koeltas. Zodra we rijden begint hij zachtjes de drummen op zijn stuur.

Om het uur stappen er mensen in en uit, telkens controleert de chauffeur minutieus of hij iemand bij de bushalte laat staan. Zodra we stilstaan, zet hij zijn hoed weer op. Bij geen enkele stop vergeet hij zijn hoed op te zetten. De eerste stop in Tennessee is in Greeneville. We lopen voor op schema, dus besluit de chauffeur tien minuten te blijven staan. In het busstation ga ik naast de hem in de rij staan. Hij woont in Virginia en rijdt elke dag op en neer tussen Virginia en Tennessee, morgen rijdt hij weer terug. Negen uur in de bus, zijn langste pauze duur slechts een half uur. We rekenen beide een zakje chips af, hij ook nog een kop koffie. Een uur laten stappen we beide uit. Met diezelfde lachende ogen groet hij me: “Goodnight and welcome to Knoxville!”

[sugarbear522]

Look at me. Even on coach, I’m a business traveler. Oh yeah. I reached #RazorbackCountry!!#GoGreyhound!! #OnMyGrind!!! #OnTheRoadAgain!!! 🚍💺💻 (at Blytheville, Arkansas)