I didn’t sleep that well on this bus. It was a luxury sleeping bus, but it was designed for people max 180 cm, and those lacking centimetres somehow bent my legs. I could sleep in
I didn’t sleep that well on this bus. It was a luxury sleeping bus, but it was designed for people max 180 cm, and those lacking centimetres somehow bent my legs. I could sleep in various positions, a few hours now, some hours then.
The mysterious Scott spent all last night looking at his cell phone, and there was no time to talk at all, or take a photo. In the morning he slept until it was time for him to get off. Well, see you … Scott.
I get so intensely bored on the bus. The computer was dead, the cell phone too boring, the e-reader lacked battery. Supposed to not happen, but now it did. So I started go through the space where the mysterious Scott had sat, to see if he left water or candy. And he did! Nom nom. Plus two books. OMG, the joy! All the reading! One was called “How to deal with an overactive brain”, and the other one was a notebook, in which he wrote a long letter to himself.
It was for himself, but yet with statements like the one above. If he writes it in a book, and places the book so that I am the only person in the world to get it, then it must be for me? And he’s doing Chile, Bolivia, Peru … so he must mean he’s doing it with me right? There’s even an email address in there! I’ll write him as soon as I get the chance. I love cats. And myself.
And suddenly, the land starts moving into various mountains! The “How to deal with overactive brain” wasn’t too interesting. I guess that my own brain is rather passive.
To the right you see the flag of Comodoro Rivadavia. It contains an image of an oil well on top of a beach. Please change!
In Comodoro Rivadavia it was time for a bus change. I got a walk of the city. Found oranges and avocados.
It was pretty cold, despite this being summer. I wonder how that palm tree survives! Fake news. In the bus station, time went past 18 when my onward bus was supposed to be there. I tried to ask people where it was, but only got answers in Spanish with fingers pointing here and there. Eventually, I found a Swiss girl, who was fluent in the language! She was queuing to ask and could tell that the bus would arrive at 19 something.
Here she is, with her boyfriend! From a village outside Zürich, taking a superlong Swiss vacation. I asked if I could take a picture of them with the Christmas tree in between, and they were like “yes, but not on the Internet!”. I asked if they wanted their eyes masked or their whole face, and they went like “do what you want with it”. OK, eat these cat faces! I hereby cattify you. No need to thank me. A beer would be OK. She was a teacher and shocked how the kids kept spreading each other’s faces everywhere, and they had even had a close suicide by a girl that was outed by a boy using pictures they took. I agree!
This bus was less luxurious than the present, but you could put your legs under the seat in front of you! I slept so well. Woke up at 1:30 when we stopped somewhere, and then slept again.
