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Bolting to NYC and back

I had my first set of visitors ever to my place in DC. My grandmother and my mother are visiting. I told them I would take them to NYC. And so I did. On a bus. But not the Chinatown buses. Don't get me wrong, I took one of those once and it wasn't bad. But it was not exactly what I expected. I had to wake up real early and sit on a bus with a dude who couldn't speak English... or whatever he was mumbling wasn't clear to me.

I took boltbus this time. They have a $1 promotion from DC to NYC sometimes. At any rate, my tickets were not $1. They were the $15 and $20 variety.

We were picked up at the Metro Centre metro station by the bus. The driver was pretty cool and we got loaded up quickly. The bus was clean, bright and spacious. I got a seat in the middle and settled in. The first big thing I noticed was the power outlet in the seat. I took out my laptop and plugged it in. Then I plugged in my iPod charger. Then I checked for wifi and viola there it was. I got connected and watched the news etc. Not bad.

We got to NYC and checked into our hotel. We stayed around where all the Korean restaurants and stores are; it was quite interesting how Korean the place was. The all night BBQs and the stores and the garbage piled up on the street... ugh.

The hotel was reasonable (well reasonable is not the right word; everything in that city is ridiculously expensive) and we had Korean food right next door. It was not cold (though my family believed it was). The weather wasn't the best the first couple of days... but boy did it ever pour today. I am usually a big fan of rain. I love rain in Vancouver. I cannot believe how crappy it was today though. I could not find a cab for the life of me. I stood and waved at many, many cabs but no luck. And then I tried to get on a metro and went down the wrong one. Bugger! I was drenched, my feet soaked and my bag dripping with water. At any rate, the rain sucked.

I have to say, I am glad I am going home. I was tired of all the walking and all the rain and all the crowds. I much prefer the quieter and some would say simpler life of a smaller city. I actually wish I was going to Vancouver. I cannot wait to go home in June. It will have been 9 months since I last saw my beloved home...

Anyway, the real story here for me is Boltbus. Take it to NYC if you want to go. It is clean, it is efficient, it has wifi, it has power, its not expensive and it will make you happy. You can even blog while you're on it. I am still on the bus, somewhere on the I-95 and I am starting to see blue sky. I hope I arrive home safe and sound and god willing, I will do this again.

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