The bus
06.02.2016
When the bus finally came, I sprawled out across two seats, reclined in the extreme and didn~t wake up until lunch. There was some squash that tasted like candy at the pay by the weight cafeteria. I could not even think about eating anything animal derived.
I spent the rest of the day either snoozing or drifting off to sleep on the bus to Santo Angelo. We arrived at 9 p.m. and I was starving. I ran to the first restaurant I saw, but I didn~t see any food, just ice cream and beer, so that~s what I had.
The waiter spoke English and I told him who I was staying with. He was so excited that it was actually his son~s god father and he couldn~t wait for me to come back. My bus to Sao Borja left at 10 p.m., so I had to run off and catch it quickly, once again.
I arrived in Sao Borja at 1 a.m. and figured it was too late for my host Miguel. He messaged me back after I had already taken a shower and was all ready for bed in my random hotel room the taxi driver brought me to. I came a day earlier than I told him I would, so it was really my fault.
Ice cream after a long bus ride
A giant moth on the bench
On the bus
