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diamondlife) wrote2006-10-13 05:31 pm
diamondlife) wrote2006-10-13 05:31 pm
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The Big Adventure - Day 11, Santa Fe-Flagstaff
After yesterday morning's ...incident, I should've known that Thursday the 12th would prove unlucky. All my connections were perfectly planned; I rang ahead and booked my hostel room, and put my name down for their Grand Canyon tour. It all looked organised, for the first time in my trip!
But no. Greyhound decided to thwart my plans. The person in front of me for the queue for the 5.15. bus from Albuquerque to Flagstaff was the last one allowed on. It was full. The next bus was at 2.35am, the exact bus I'd thought I'd managed to avoid! Livid, I ended up unable to hold back the tears in the middle of Albuquerque bus station. After a quick cry in the toilets, I thought I'd go out and see if I could get some decent food and a much-needed Margarita. Luckily there were a few of us, so I teamed up with a very friendly guy from North Carolina and we went to a strange (but delicious) Brazilian grill place (where the Margarita was, of course, substituted for Caipirinha). Then, still having 6 hours to spare, we went and saw The Departed, which was surprisingly good! I'm always surprised how much I like Leonardo diCaprio, and the staff sergeant guy was great (and reminded me of the sarcastic priest in that Father Ted ep!). Must rewatch Infernal Affairs.
Anyway, we still had 4 hours to wait till the bus, so we just sat in the bus station and tried to stay awake, largely successfully though brain power was failing by the time we eventually set off, at 3am. ~_~ I kind of slept on the bus, but kept waking up; at least I was awake to see the sunrise in Arizona. Looking forward to the sunset, as it's a gorgeous day. Think I'm going to try and catch the bus to the museum. The hostel staff are wonderful (they picked us up from the bus station and put my name down for tomorrow's trip, rather than today's), but the hostel is full of young, trendy types and it's not quite as cool and cosy as Santa Fe, with its free random food and mix of hippies and genuinely cool young hipsters.
That story wasn't especially exciting, and as it mainly filled me with rage and distress at the time, I won't dwell on it. -_- At least everything (seems to have) worked out OK, and now I'm going to get washed and go out in the sun. :3
[Edit] All you NaNo people are bonkers, y'hear me? ^_~ Best of luck to you all. And incidentally, if any of you ever see me picking up a pen and looking thoughtful ever again, please just save me the hassle, and remind me it's not worth it. (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
yaoi_challenge excepting. You're allowed to poke me with sticks about that, because I kind of put it on the back burner and need to get going again with it. ^^;;)
But no. Greyhound decided to thwart my plans. The person in front of me for the queue for the 5.15. bus from Albuquerque to Flagstaff was the last one allowed on. It was full. The next bus was at 2.35am, the exact bus I'd thought I'd managed to avoid! Livid, I ended up unable to hold back the tears in the middle of Albuquerque bus station. After a quick cry in the toilets, I thought I'd go out and see if I could get some decent food and a much-needed Margarita. Luckily there were a few of us, so I teamed up with a very friendly guy from North Carolina and we went to a strange (but delicious) Brazilian grill place (where the Margarita was, of course, substituted for Caipirinha). Then, still having 6 hours to spare, we went and saw The Departed, which was surprisingly good! I'm always surprised how much I like Leonardo diCaprio, and the staff sergeant guy was great (and reminded me of the sarcastic priest in that Father Ted ep!). Must rewatch Infernal Affairs.
Anyway, we still had 4 hours to wait till the bus, so we just sat in the bus station and tried to stay awake, largely successfully though brain power was failing by the time we eventually set off, at 3am. ~_~ I kind of slept on the bus, but kept waking up; at least I was awake to see the sunrise in Arizona. Looking forward to the sunset, as it's a gorgeous day. Think I'm going to try and catch the bus to the museum. The hostel staff are wonderful (they picked us up from the bus station and put my name down for tomorrow's trip, rather than today's), but the hostel is full of young, trendy types and it's not quite as cool and cosy as Santa Fe, with its free random food and mix of hippies and genuinely cool young hipsters.
That story wasn't especially exciting, and as it mainly filled me with rage and distress at the time, I won't dwell on it. -_- At least everything (seems to have) worked out OK, and now I'm going to get washed and go out in the sun. :3
[Edit] All you NaNo people are bonkers, y'hear me? ^_~ Best of luck to you all. And incidentally, if any of you ever see me picking up a pen and looking thoughtful ever again, please just save me the hassle, and remind me it's not worth it. (
yaoi_challenge excepting. You're allowed to poke me with sticks about that, because I kind of put it on the back burner and need to get going again with it. ^^;;)