From Albuquerque to Amarillo: the Greyhound Experience

So yesterday I had a bus going from Albuquerque to Amarillo. Easy as cake, right? No. Halfway there the bus kept driving to the side of the road. Something was wrong went the ventilator, or fan or whatever, and we couldn't go any further. A fellow passenger tried to help him out, got the thing solved at everyone was clapping because we were so happy to beback on some sort of schedule. Wrong. Again we had to stop every ten minutes, windows had to be opened until - finally - we had to stop at small town Santa Rosa, New Mexico, to for three hours until another bus came. The only thing nearby was a so-called food mart, which isn't filled with food at all, let me tell you that. A new bus came, and we were on our way again.
The good thing, though, is that everyone kept being happy the whole time. This was mainly because of the joyous driver and a Trevor Morgan-looking guy who kept cracking jokes that made everyone laugh. So really not that bad an experience even though I arrived at Amarillo at 9pm and DIDN'T get to see the Cadillac Ranch. So sad.

However, I did get to meet these two guys, Owen and Josh, who told me one of the scariest stories I've ever heard in my entire life. This is basically the reason I will not tell you guys about it. Hell, I had some trouble sleeping because of that thing. Scary. But if you want to you can ask me when I get back, then maybe I'l tell you... maybe.

Now I'm just waiting to go to Dallas. People tell me it's a dead city with a certain lack of personality, but I'll just have to see for myself. At least they have the place where Kennedy died and that's cool in its own way. Hopefully nothing will happen on the bus today. I don't want to be there any later than 9:30pm, he official time of arrival, which is still pretty late when you arrive somewhere.

Catch you guys later,

Nadia