10th St, 11th St, Broadway, 13th St... But no 12th
Mike: So which way's south?
Zan: According to the GPS it's straight ahead and according to the compass it's to our left.
Mike: Bugger. According to the direction of the sun it should be straight behind us...
Mike & Zan:
Lesson #7: A two year old without a ticket has the right to at least four times the leg room of a twenty-one year old paying customer on a Greyhound bus.
After an unexplained two hour delay in leaving Vegas we were relieved to find two seats next to each other. We were quite surprised by such a find as the bus was already at least three quarters full. There is generally enough room for an average height person to cross their legs comfortably and have a few centimeters between them and the chair in front. As we tried to squeeze into our nights accommodation we knew it was going to be a long night. The chairs in front were fifteen centimeters away. It was impossible to sit without your legs pressing into the chair in front. In normal circumstances we would have coped. However this little misfortune was made worse by two little things: 1. The chairs in front of us had at least a meter of leg room. 2. The passenger in front of us was a two year old without a ticket who's feet didn't actually make it off the edge of the seat.
After eighteen hours of traveling with our knees around our ears we eventually arrived in Denver. On the upside being unable to sleep meant that we got to see some spectacular scenery through Arizona, Utah and the Rockies.
Being warned against staying in Denver we decided to take a bus north to Boulder, home of the University of Colorado. We had our $3.75 to pay the driver but during the confusion of putting our packs in the baggage hold we ended up with a 'complimentary ticket.'
Most streets in America are arranged in a cross-hatched pattern, with streets being numbered in ascending numerical order. Theoretically it should be logical, if not easy to find a hostel on 12th St. One would assume it would be somewhere between 11th and 13th. A bus dropped us off in downtown Boulder and from here, it took 6 maps, three hours and a GPS to find our way to the hostel. We've always thought that America was a little unique, but South changed direction at least four times during our trip.
It's really strange to walk down snow-lined streets. Looking out our window we can see snow-capped mountains a few streets away.
Zan: According to the GPS it's straight ahead and according to the compass it's to our left.
Mike: Bugger. According to the direction of the sun it should be straight behind us...
Mike & Zan:
Lesson #7: A two year old without a ticket has the right to at least four times the leg room of a twenty-one year old paying customer on a Greyhound bus.
After an unexplained two hour delay in leaving Vegas we were relieved to find two seats next to each other. We were quite surprised by such a find as the bus was already at least three quarters full. There is generally enough room for an average height person to cross their legs comfortably and have a few centimeters between them and the chair in front. As we tried to squeeze into our nights accommodation we knew it was going to be a long night. The chairs in front were fifteen centimeters away. It was impossible to sit without your legs pressing into the chair in front. In normal circumstances we would have coped. However this little misfortune was made worse by two little things: 1. The chairs in front of us had at least a meter of leg room. 2. The passenger in front of us was a two year old without a ticket who's feet didn't actually make it off the edge of the seat.
After eighteen hours of traveling with our knees around our ears we eventually arrived in Denver. On the upside being unable to sleep meant that we got to see some spectacular scenery through Arizona, Utah and the Rockies.
Being warned against staying in Denver we decided to take a bus north to Boulder, home of the University of Colorado. We had our $3.75 to pay the driver but during the confusion of putting our packs in the baggage hold we ended up with a 'complimentary ticket.'
Most streets in America are arranged in a cross-hatched pattern, with streets being numbered in ascending numerical order. Theoretically it should be logical, if not easy to find a hostel on 12th St. One would assume it would be somewhere between 11th and 13th. A bus dropped us off in downtown Boulder and from here, it took 6 maps, three hours and a GPS to find our way to the hostel. We've always thought that America was a little unique, but South changed direction at least four times during our trip.
It's really strange to walk down snow-lined streets. Looking out our window we can see snow-capped mountains a few streets away.
posted by Mike & Zan :-) | 9:27 am
4 Comments:
hey cat:-) happy 21st! we're celebrating your birthday twice - once for aussie time and once for the states!! we're saving a beer here for you now that you're old enough. lots of love, mike and zan.
If you get a chance in Boulder drop by The Camp Bow Wow offices and say Hi to Heidi! She's the CEO and knows all the cool places in Boulder. (She's my niece!)
Isn't riding Buses fun!
The location:
1877 Broadway, Suite 101
Boulder, CO 80302
Thanks guys :)
Sounds like your living in a movie. I'll come grab that beer as soon as I can, keep it on ice for me will you.
Looking forward to the next chapter in the adventure, shaping up to be a best seller :D
well i think you guys are definately on your way to writing a great book (and a fantastic trip too!)
sounds to me like you guys had a case of.. 'did u say south' lol.
miss you both and hope that your still alive :)
cant wait till the next installment! its a welcome procrastination from the joys of uni work xo
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