They've got this bus thing down pat here in the Northeast.Its a nice coach, there are plugins and wifi, no intermediate stops between NY and DC, and best of all, cell phones are considered bad form, so the only ones so far overheard were in some unidentifiable African language.
The Port Authority bus depot near Times Square was a terrifying place, labyrinthine, claustrophobic, dark, grimy and worn. You wind around and around as the bus drives deeper into its bowels, parts look abandoned, it all looks threatening, and I did not want to leave the little campfire of light where they let us off the bus from Hartford. The express bus to Washington left from a nearby gate, and there was a convenient snacks kiosk hard by the gate where we were waiting. I do love New York, terrifying as it is, even a lousy bus station sandwich is made with real italian breadrolls and lots of a nice juicy ham.
I just caught a glimpse of Chesapeake Bay and a factory or two, I think that was Baltimore.
Point being this isn't particularly third world at all. Quite civilized. Oh well, maybe there will be something colorful on the next leg through northern Virginia.
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