When a 4 Hour Trip Takes 8…

Everyone who travels will tell you – you get into your fair share of trouble while you’re at it. I don’t know what about traveling long-term tempts fate so much, but when you’re on the road for a while, interesting things are bound to happen. And if you’ve been reading my previous posts, you’ll know that I’ve already had my fair share of difficulties. But, as any good traveler, I tend to go into any situation ready for the unexpected.

Sometimes there’s no preparing for it.

When you ride on a bus – particularly between major cities – you expect delays. It’s part of the gig. It’s one of the cheapest ways to travel, so it’s really not surprising that there are sometimes problems. Traffic happens. Accidents happens. Buses break down. So, I tend to expect some delays when I ride on a bus – no matter where I’m going.

I don’t expect my bus to turn around, though.

So, here’s the story: my friend and travel buddy Jackie and I were on our way back from New York (the second time), and we decided to take a bus. It’s only about a four-hour trip, and it’s easily the cheapest (and least stressful) way to manage the trip. Getting even the cheapest Amtrak tickets are usually about 3-4 times as much as a bus ticket. So, for the traveler on a budget, it’s the logical choice.

Our bus left New York City at 12:30 PM, and was scheduled to have us in Washington D.C. by 5:00 PM the same day – counting time that we spent at a rest stop in New Jersey. I don’t know why, but it was a fairly empty bus. There was one person per every pair of seats, and still some open pairs afterwards. Jackie sat one seat in front of me, which allowed me to put my computer on the seat next to me and lean against the window while I worked I generally make sure I have at least an hour’s wiggle room when planning to take a bus – or really any form of transportation – anywhere. Because it seems like any type of long-distance ride has some form of complication when I’m on it.

(The last time I rode Amtrak, the train I was supposed to get on was 12 hours late. And one of the last times I flew the plane was delayed because the flight attendants couldn’t get the door to close – which is sort of important when it comes to flying.)

So, I figured we’d probably be back in D.C. anywhere between 5 PM and 6:30 PM. Jackie and I could take the Metro back to my aunt and uncle’s and get dinner at a reasonable time.

And we were actually making pretty good time. I kept an eye on our projected arrival time as we traveled using Google Maps – it tends to be fairly accurate – and we were projected to arrive in D.C. around 6:15 PM with traffic. We had our pit stop in New Jersey, right at the border into Delaware. The bus driver made all of us get off the bus so he could refuel. We were given very clear instructions:

  • Be back in fifteen minutes.
  • The bus will be right here.
  • If you’re not here, we’re leaving without you.

That’s the way buses work. You are responsible for getting yourself on and off the bus on time. If you get left behind, it’s really your fault. I’d never been on a bus with people who were stupid enough to get left behind at a gas station. Most of us are self-aware, and know that if we got left behind, we’d be pretty much screwed, as we all had places to be.

So, we all get back onto the bus – 25 minutes after we got off. We actually ended up having a longer rest break than planned. Which was fine with me – I enjoyed being able to stand and pace for a little while. I got some food and stretched a little bit. The bus picked us back up, we all boarded, and we headed off again.

Fast forward an hour. It’s about 4:15 PM and we have a projection to arrive in D.C. about two hours after that. Not amazing time, but for rush hour into Washington on a Friday, it’s really not bad. So I was happy.

Then the driver comes on the intercom.

“Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen. Uh, when we took our rest stop, we left some people behind. So, I have been – I have been ordered to turn around and go back for them.”

Stunned silence. The woman in the seat across the row from me looks over at me. “This is a joke. Right?”

I don’t know why she thought I would know. But I was pretty sure it was not a joke.

Jackie sends me a text as soon as the intercom turns off: Idiots. I can’t help but agree. I had so many questions:

  1. How do you miss getting back on your bus when it takes a 10 minute longer stop than planned?
  2. Why did it take them an hour to get us to turn around?
  3. How could the bus company prioritize those few people – who could have taken the next bus a couple hours later – over all of us, who were on time, and all had places to be in the evening?

Luckily one of the people sitting near me took the initiative to call the bus company immediately. Apparently, we were informed, we had left not one person behind, but five. And the company felt that the most compassionate thing to do would be to turn around for them. And while I respect the business for sticking to their values – after hearing everyone around me complain about what they were missing – I had to disagree. The most human thing to do would have been to get us to D.C. in some semblance of on time. What if one of us had been going somewhere really important? A funeral? A hospital to visit a dying friend or relative? What if we were trying to catch a plane or train? A delay of another 1.5 hours would ruin all those plans.

The people around me all started to talk – you could call it bonding, if you would like. The girl sitting across the aisle from me is a teacher, and she was going to D.C. to meet up with some friends to take a mini-vacation before school starts again. She’d been expected at a dinner at 7:15 PM, and now we weren’t going to get in until 8:00 PM.

The boys sitting two rows in front of me are DJs, and because of the delay they missed part of a gig at a club in D.C. Both of them were pretty easy-going people, and only looked a little disappointed, but accepted the delay.

The girl sitting in front of the teacher was on her way to a music festival in Baltimore for the weekend and would miss her ride there. She also hadn’t eaten all day, and now was resigned to being stuck on a bus for another 4 hours before she could get food. I – luckily – had a couple of spare granola bars, and I gave a couple to her to help her, but I doubt it did very much.

I was angry, I’m not going to lie. Not because I was delayed myself – no, that didn’t matter. I had things to do (like write blog posts that are long past due). But because these 5 people felt entitled to make the bus turn around when it was their own fault that they missed it.

Anecdote: My much kinder, and more compassionate best friend Jackie has pointed out that they could speak English as a second language and have heard “50 minutes” instead of 15, and just assume that things work that way here in America. And I mean, she could be right – but I don’t think so. I don’t think the bus company would have made the bus turn around for anything less than an absolute demand from the people left behind. So maybe it’s unkind. But I don’t care.

It’s now 5:05 PM, and we’re nearly back in New Jersey. We’re all sort of resigned to our fate now. I’d decided to do the mature thing and simply bury my nose in a book, and not look at who got on the bus. Because I couldn’t truly, deeply resent them if I didn’t have faces to match them to. We were nearly at the border when suddenly, the bus pulls off the highway, turns around, and gets back on going the opposite direction.

I think I’m one of the few people who noticed that right away. I’d been staring out the window for a while. I’d lost my internet connection and needed a break after working on the bus earlier. I know one other person noticed because he went up to ask the driver what was going on, then came back to inform us that the people who’d made us turn the bus around had contacted the company to tell them that they no longer needed to be picked up.

I can’t even tell you the momentary chaos that ensued. I was swearing and threatening these people who I had never seen and would never see again. Jackie was silently fuming and staring out the window. The teacher next to me was in hysterics – laughing and saying, “I can’t handle this, guys. I can’t do it.” The girl in front of her was muttering a string of steady curse words under her breath. The DJs said, “Are you f***ing kidding me?” and groaned.

This was incredible. I will never know if Jackie was right or me. I’ll never know if those people were simply very entitled and didn’t feel guilty about inconveniencing many of us for their own benefit, or if it was truly a string of weird coincidences. And I don’t know that it matters – it didn’t deeply inconvenience me in any conceivable way, and I met some cool new people out of it. So, I can’t complain. Not really.

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Note: You’ll probably notice that I didn’t put the name of the bus company in this post. That was purposeful. I spent some time reflecting on everything that happened. Yes, the company inconvenienced me. But they also fully refunded both of my tickets, as well as gave me a voucher for another ride. And when it comes down to it – I’d rather ride with a company that chooses to help its passengers – even if they’re idiots – than one that would just leave them behind. Now if this same thing happens again – obviously I won’t ride with them again. But when I spoke to their representative on the phone, he was both kind and helpful. So all around, as weird of an experience as it was, I don’t really consider it a bad one.

New York City: The Pulse of America

I’m sure this will surprise exactly 0 of you, but I loved being in New York City. So much so that I went back again this week for three days. Well, that was actually because of an appointment, and not because I just really wanted to go. But it was fun nevertheless.

I can’t even tell you how much I love it there. The pace, the people, the atmosphere, the art and music scene – it’s all amazing. Not to mention – of course – the book scene. So many major publishing houses call New York City home, as do many writers. Maybe that’s why I felt at home the second I stepped off my bus and onto the street. I knew, when I took that step, that I would live there someday. And maybe sooner than I thought. But more on that later.

My first day in New York, I met up with a pair of friends and we went to do some of the touristy things that I desperately wanted to do – starting with the Brooklyn Bridge!
Okay, we didn’t actually walk the bridge. We went to Pier 17 in Manhattan. From the end of the pier, you get this view:

 

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Brooklyn Bridge, taken from Pier 17. Pulled from my Instagram.

 

Amazing, right? I still want to walk the bridge someday – but that can come later. For now, I’m happy that I got to see it. From that pier, we walked up to the Staten Island Ferry – which is honestly my favorite thing that we did that day. I love water, I love boats, and I especially love being on a boat on the water. But the best part of that ride was this:

 

Lady Liberty
Yes, we could have gotten a better picture from the island itself. Or if the tourists in front of us had moved to allow us to see it… Pull from my Instagram.

 

Seeing the Statue of Liberty up close was the moment that it sank in that I was in New York City – that place that everyone reads about and sees in movies. It didn’t feel real until then. I felt almost like the New York you see in movies was a fantasy, and not what the real New York City would look like. But I was wrong on that front.

The Ferry was awesome – we took it to Staten Island, then back again and got off. From there, we walked to see the Bull of Wall Street and the Fearless Girl – but since it was a weekend, it was swarmed with tourists all trying to get a picture. My introvert came out and I ducked out of there after catching a glimpse of both, rather than stand in the middle of that crowd just for a picture.

Speaking of introversion – from there we caught the subway to arguably the best place in the city: the Strand bookstore.

If you like books and you’ve never heard of the Strand you need to find out now. It’s a huge bookstore – and I mean huge. Like, miles upon miles worth of books. I almost wish we’d gone there first instead of last – because by that time I was hot, tired, and hungry. Not to mention a little bit broke after buying lunch, so I couldn’t buy any books that day. Well, I shouldn’t have bought any books at all, but that went better in theory than it did in practice as I ended up leaving New York with one more book than I came with.

And that was it for day one. I spent the next couple of days mostly working from coffee shops and exploring the streets in the evenings. On Wednesday I took the day off so that I could see some more sights – but this time without as many crowds, hopefully.
So first thing Wednesday, Jackie and I head to Times Square:

Yet another truly incredible experience. Since it’s such a popular place for events, television, movies, posters, and more – it felt almost surreal to be there in person. As you may be able to see from my pictures – it’s clear that it was still pretty crowded despite it being mid-morning on a Wednesday. I expected as much, though. It’s still Times Square, after all.

After that, we did a bit of walking. We walked to Rockefeller Center and looked around, then past Saint Patrick’s Cathedral. From there, we – unfortunately – had to walk past Trump Tower. I stopped for a picture even though I still have a nagging feeling that taking a picture is just giving the building too much credit, but what the hell.

If any of you know New York City well, you may know what direction we were headed in – our next stop was Central Park.

Let me just say: as someone who had never been to Central Park before, I had no concept of just how big it is. That park is enormous! And this is yet another time where I’ll say that I almost wish that we had gone a little earlier in the day, because I was pretty tired and wanted to get back to where we were staying to rest.

Apparently I also shirked my duty to take pictures of food while I was there. The only item of food that I took a picture of was my pizza – and let me just say, if you haven’t had New York pizza, you are missing out. It was so good we ended up ordering two entire pizzas and eating them both during the week that we stayed there.

 

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No regrets.

But despite not taking pictures – we ate some amazing food. From picking up food at Central Park on our walking trip, to going to West Side Market and grabbing whatever we felt like – everything we had was amazing. Other than pizza and hotdogs – I think I ate exclusively Chinese and Japanese food while we were there, simply buying whatever I felt like from West Side Market. It was amazing.

I’ve now been to New York City twice – but my second trip can wait for a future post as it was far less interesting. Though our bus ride home had some interesting incidents – but, again, more on that later.

To keep you all in the loop, there’s a distinct possibility that I’ll be cutting my traveling shorter than I planned, in favor of moving to New York City when the opportunity arises. I’m not sure what’s going to happen in that regard yet – but when I know, you’ll know.