Westward Bound: The Great Greyhound Adventure of 2007. part 4
We left off as we were leaving the bustling Chicago station. After a hectic transfer we were indeed on our way to Milwaukee, where we wouldn’t actually transfer, but, rather, make a stop, since it is a major city of sorts.
We leave Chicago around 10:30 pm, so our arrival time in Minneapolis, our next transfer, is the next morning. With this knowledge I make full use of the Target knock off brand of ,what is essentially, Unisom. I was able to sleep all right from Atlanta to Lexington, but it’s the getting to sleep that is an issue. You’ve got people all around you, it’s not exactly comfortable, and, lest you forget at any time, you are on a bus. Now I don’t want this to be blown up into some huge pharmaceutical endorsement…but Target brand knock off Unisom is amazing. I take one little blue, non habit forming, pill and within maybe 10-15 minutes I am out like a light. It doesn’t leave me drowsy in the morning, and I sleep like a baby on the bus. I take one as soon as we are on the road from Chicago.
Before I fall asleep, I learn a few things about my fellow bus riders for this leg of the trip. The first thing is that two of them really do not get along. How do I know this? I don’t know, really, and I don’t want to jump to conclusions, but when two people start fighting - with their fists - on the bus, I tend to assume that they are not exactly on the best of terms. Now I know, I know this would be an amazing story for you to read about, however, I had already taken said magic blue pill and was awoken just long enough to know that a fight had indeed broken out. The two were separated, and were not on the bus with us beyond the next stop. I apologize for not having more details; it will probably happen again.
I also learn that my other favoured mode of transportation has not been too reliable lately. Apparently Amtrak had some problems with route from Chicago to Madison, so a bunch of those people were given Greyhound tickets and were our companions on this short leg of the trip. I do love Amtrak as well, but I think that if I were bumped down to the bus, I would not be a happy camper at all. Needless to say, these people were not happy campers. They were pleasant enough, and I suppose it was fortunate that for all of these people, their last stop was in Wisconsin, so they didn’t have to stay on the bus past morning....