On the morning of June 30th, we woke up around 10 AM and headed straight to the Port Authority. We found a supermarket there, bought some cookies and mineral water, since their other food didn't really inspire much confidence in us) Our departure was at 3 PM, so we had plenty of time, but nothing to do, and we were carrying luggage too. As luck would have it, there were no benches or chairs anywhere... though Americans don't really worry about that; they can sit anywhere: on the steps, on the grass, and even on the floor! Getting tired, Aseka decided not to worry either and settled on the floor near an outlet to charge her phone. At first, I was a bit hesitant, but then I sat down next to her too... well, we had to get used to American life) Around 2:20 PM, we headed off to find our gate (the gate where our bus was waiting). At 2:40 PM, boarding for the bus began. Well, what can I say, they were just regular buses... except for the unreal cold from the air conditioners. These Americans are strange; they'd rather be cold than hot. It's a good thing I had heard about these 'climatic conditions' on the bus beforehand, so I put on a bunch of clothes and made Aselya do the same. Our first destination was Baltimore... then Rs Midway, Pittsburg, Columbus, Dayton Trot, Indianapolis, Garlingston, Burlington, Des Moines, Blumington, Omaha, Cheyenne, Lexington, Brush, Casper, Lovell, and a bunch of other towns we passed through. In almost every one of these cities, we had to transfer to other buses. Of course, spending 3 days on a bus isn't easy, but I would do it again without hesitation! After all, while we were traveling, I saw so many cute towns and buildings... basically, we drove across half of America! We ate cookies for all 3 days because our bodies simply rejected that artificial American food. On the buses and at the stations themselves, we saw a lot of strange people (believe me, you wouldn't see that back home). What I found funniest was how many guys (particularly African Americans) prefer to wear their pants so low that half of their backside is on display (in their underwear, of course)) We also met two nice Americans around 35 years old on the way, one of whom offered me a drink (probably so I'd sleep better)) And as we were approaching Wyoming, we met a charming Spaniard who taught me a few phrases in his language... To my great disappointment, he was heading to Montana (a state located just past Wyoming). Our last stop before Cody was the town of Lovell. There, a small bus picked us up... the fact that the only passengers were me and Aseka, honestly, made me a bit nervous... only one thought was spinning in my head: 'God, what kind of hole am I taking us to! Aselya is going to kill me!'
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