Washington, Washington D.C.
So the first night on the bus was difficult, getting used to sleeping in a choice of two 'puppy' piles or two coffin cabs or be a baguette in a vehicle that is hurtling along freeways that seem to have been made with lumpy porridge. I think my subconscious had shielded me from the reality of sleeping in a bus with thirty strangers....I sadly miss this shield. Bus breaks you slide down the bus like a bar of soap or you move you find you've acquired an extra body p...