Day 22 - 6/6/08
En route to Tulsa,OK - still
Hitch hiking was on the immediate agenda, so Mark and I said screw greyhound and took matters into our own hands. We hoofed it about 2 miles on foot to "Loaf'n'Jug", the local truck driver's gas station and made it there around 11:15 pm. Turns out the the first trucker we accosted was heading north and was willing to drive us up to Pueblo. So off we went to Pueblo, with no help from frickin' Greyhound other than some heart ache. The driver, Paul, was super nice and was hauling hay to an organic milk farm in Plattville, CO- a great ride.
Paul left us on the side of the road in front of the Pueblo Greyhound station around 1:45 am- and we waited, not really knowning if this bus was really going to come. Turns out that this station is not open 24 hrs, so we're stuck waiting outside in 40 degee weather, in sandals, freezing our tooshies off- and not knowing if a bus is en route. We tried to break into a bus parked in the lot for warmth, but with no success.
Each car's headlights on the road rose our hopes a little, but then smashed them when we realized it was only a car. Around 2:55am, we were thinking this bus as a hoax, and we were just going to find a gas station to sleep at until the morning. But......we then saw a bus. Jubilation was exploding from my innards- glorious. So we stopped the bus, explained the saga to the driver, and off we were swept to Amarillo, TX. Hell yeah!
In Amarillo, we had a layover of 1.5 hrs supposedly. I started working on a getting a refund for the debacle created by Greyhound's lack of anything resembling a competent company. Then we were called to board the bus heading to Tulsa, OK. Upon going to the bus, we're informed that it's full and we have to wait for the next one! "But", I stampered, "we have tickets?"- well that doesn't matter to Greyhound apparently. So Greyhound strikes again and throws its customers heartlessly into the gutter. After achieving our steady state of groveling and loitering, another bus finally arrives and there are seats- yeah! So we're currently en route to Tulsa, planning to arrive 8 hours post expected.
A day of hitch hiking, expectations dashe on the concrete, incompetency, lies, and freezing outside a station, I believe it's fair to say that I haven't developed the best impression of Greyhound. But alas, we should be there in about 4 hrs. Then 3 days of family and relaxation, before beginning the hellacious trip with Greyhound once again. Can't wait to do that. So that's the skinny my friend. Life on the trail and even traveling in developing is MUCH easier than working with Greyhound- gotta love America. C'est la vie. I'm off to read some Jungle Book by Kipling and unwind a little. Stewie out!
En route to Tulsa,OK - still
Hitch hiking was on the immediate agenda, so Mark and I said screw greyhound and took matters into our own hands. We hoofed it about 2 miles on foot to "Loaf'n'Jug", the local truck driver's gas station and made it there around 11:15 pm. Turns out the the first trucker we accosted was heading north and was willing to drive us up to Pueblo. So off we went to Pueblo, with no help from frickin' Greyhound other than some heart ache. The driver, Paul, was super nice and was hauling hay to an organic milk farm in Plattville, CO- a great ride.
Paul left us on the side of the road in front of the Pueblo Greyhound station around 1:45 am- and we waited, not really knowning if this bus was really going to come. Turns out that this station is not open 24 hrs, so we're stuck waiting outside in 40 degee weather, in sandals, freezing our tooshies off- and not knowing if a bus is en route. We tried to break into a bus parked in the lot for warmth, but with no success.
Each car's headlights on the road rose our hopes a little, but then smashed them when we realized it was only a car. Around 2:55am, we were thinking this bus as a hoax, and we were just going to find a gas station to sleep at until the morning. But......we then saw a bus. Jubilation was exploding from my innards- glorious. So we stopped the bus, explained the saga to the driver, and off we were swept to Amarillo, TX. Hell yeah!In Amarillo, we had a layover of 1.5 hrs supposedly. I started working on a getting a refund for the debacle created by Greyhound's lack of anything resembling a competent company. Then we were called to board the bus heading to Tulsa, OK. Upon going to the bus, we're informed that it's full and we have to wait for the next one! "But", I stampered, "we have tickets?"- well that doesn't matter to Greyhound apparently. So Greyhound strikes again and throws its customers heartlessly into the gutter. After achieving our steady state of groveling and loitering, another bus finally arrives and there are seats- yeah! So we're currently en route to Tulsa, planning to arrive 8 hours post expected.
A day of hitch hiking, expectations dashe on the concrete, incompetency, lies, and freezing outside a station, I believe it's fair to say that I haven't developed the best impression of Greyhound. But alas, we should be there in about 4 hrs. Then 3 days of family and relaxation, before beginning the hellacious trip with Greyhound once again. Can't wait to do that. So that's the skinny my friend. Life on the trail and even traveling in developing is MUCH easier than working with Greyhound- gotta love America. C'est la vie. I'm off to read some Jungle Book by Kipling and unwind a little. Stewie out!
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