Train, where art thou?!
Just as we were leaving for Destination: Hell, I was informed that there was a train that could make the journey. It left at the same time and took only 2 hours. I pictured it, quietly sailing along smooth level track, free of traffic, ignorant of crater-sized potholes or car horns, the picturesque landscape filling the large clean windows. Alex, the person I am traveling with at the moment, says he loves buses. This is the same guy who ate something resembling a fried vulture last night. Hard to tell. But I decided, out of solidarity, to ride the bus. Maybe there was something great about bus travel I had forgotten.
At this moment while my ass is being pulverized and ears assaulted by a speaker two inches away blaring a Chinese movie, I have the pleasure of having my nose incinerate from the Chinese body odor pouring off the sweaty man next to me. His breath smells like garlic dipped in a Chinese toilet, and he has been hulking large brown loogies into a bag in his lap about every 5 minutes.
I also found out earlier today that I should be able to travel entirely by train for the next few months.
I swear, at this moment, being of weak mind and poor body, that I intend to do precisely that.