It's fine to take one of these long trips, or even two or three -- okay, not three -- but the rides just don't end. Toss in some crying babies, some sickeningly irritable coughing from all sides, and the cramped space that is the Greyhound, and you get cabin fever almost instantly.
This, though, was one of the better looking parts of the trip. It's the Tennessee River just a few miles north and west of Chattanooga. Sorry for any glare.
Otherwise, not a fun trip. I did pick up a book called The Edifice Complex in Chattanooga (at the bus station, of all places) and got through some of it. Take a look at the review if you're interested. It's all about power and its relation to architecture, and vice versa -- really interesting stuff. I just couldn't get too far without getting annoyed by a shrill baby or gross cough or an unsettling bump in the road.
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oh, home sweet home! Glad you're back.
Tell me more about the book when you get the chance. Sounds very Foucault.
Nice shot of the river. Beer time in 52.5 hours and counting.
Nick, this must be an interesting read (and not just because of the title's play on words - read "Oedipus Complex"). The author's obviously read into Freud.
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