You know, at some point or another I’m going to take a Greyhound bus ride across the United States again. I did that ten years ago, from California across to Washington D.C and back. Let me tell you, if ever you want stories that is one way you’re assured of accumulating them.
Right now I’m on the highway from San Antonio to Houston in Texas, though I’m not on a bus, I’m in a car with my friend Erin, her sister Amy and their Mom. I’m spending the Christmas and New year holidays with them (in Houston).
The reason why I mention the Greyhound buses is because as we drive along I-10 I just saw a Greyhound bus going in the other direction and it reminded me of when I took the bus on what turned out to be an Epic trip.
Back then I was 21 and for some reason wasn’t so into capturing events on film or in a words. I often think that I should write about all the little tales and adventures from that trip. I wish I’d had a digital camera back then too. I can still see the pictures in my mind, though maybe, on reflection, that is the best place for them. Sometimes a picture simply can’t capture the moment.
One such moment would have been on the highway in Arizona from California. The sun was setting like fire on the horizon. The sky was a shade of red you simply would not believe was even possible, and if you saw it in a photograph you would think it was the result of some over indulged artistic licence.
I looked out of the bus window to my left at a seemingly endless forest of Cactus broken up by the occasional run down roadside strip joint, bar or gas station. I was listening to U2’s “Rattle and Hum” on my walkman, each track engraving itself into my memory, sealing the mood of the moment, and creating the soundtrack to this part of my life. I was twenty one years old and at the beginning of an adventure… [Click here to continue reading this article at ‘Meanwhile’]