The Christmas Journey on the Hound

I'll be home for Christmas…well, to be honest I won't. But I will be spending time with my family in Jacksonville, Florida. So that means a travel. So this year I thought I would be adventurous and the road…the big Grey Hound. 

Being that I use buses a great deal when I travel in Africa, I thought I would be tough and give the smooth American roads a try. After all the Hound has new buses (sporting an old classic retro look) with power supplies in just about every seat and wifi. So with power and wifi at my disposal I'm off on my 21hour ride from H-town to Jax.

The thing about the bus is every type of people use it. And I promise many of them you wish would walk or travel by bike. However, they do add some personality to trips of this sort. It has been several years since I've used the Hound, and I'm using this trip as the test to see if I want to take the bus next year on an excursion to the East Coast. Hmmm, we shall see. 

So my sister is waiting for my arrival so that, as usual, I can share with her my tales of my journey. Of course I'm hopping this one is filled with moments of reckless driving or strange people asking for money or any of the unique things I encounter when traveling in East Africa. We shall see…we shall see. For now, I'm just going to sit back and try to relax and at some point get some sleep….but if I have to smell whatever just blew through the laboratory all night, I may be on the grown regurgitating by morning. 

Well, It's a new day…I made it through a whole night traveling on the Hound. However, that does not mean it was a pleasant  night. First, I think Greyhound should refund each passenger on the who travels on the December 22 Houston to Tallahassee bus. The odor from somewhere in the bathroom was coming through the vents. It smelled worst than an outhouse in the dual parts of Kenya (I say that because travel often to Kenya and have used those facilities). It wasn't until we reached Mobile around 3:20am that I was able to find a seat close to the front to escape the cesspool coming through the vent. 

I had not idea tat I was in for a corrected history lesson after I reloaded the bus in Mobile. Moving to the front allowed me to escape the foul bus vent but thrashed me into a classroom of strangest conspiracy theorist I've ever heard. 

I learned lessons, a friend said I should never pass these on, that I'm sure I will never ever hear in any university classroom. Not even Dr. Cornel West would say these things…I don't think. The teacher were a dreadlocks black traveling priest and a Spanish socialist who came over to this side of the Atlantic as a missionary, but also was a poll dancer on the base in Pensacola years ago, a school teacher and a politician who knew the Clinton's. 

Having no choice but to attend their lecture series, I was informed that 

1. 21 of the States have already left the Union, but the government will not tell us that because it would really destroy the economy.

2. Alabama was the first State in the Union and that it owns all the other States. 

3. George Bush, the son, grew up and was friends with Bin Laden

4. All the money that is being made by tourism in the Gulf Coast states is being sent to Israel.

5. All of the Bush's money came from Bin Laden's father. 

6. Though Father Bush was a known Heron trafficker the American people still elected him. 

7. The Moors from North Africa were inhabitants of America long before the Native Americans came. 

I think I have shared enough of my new found knowledge, lol. And that is not even half of what I learned from the priest and socialist. To bad they are not the ones teaching our children. Then we would really know who we are as a people, while everyone else laughed us for being…complete sarcasm!

So know the last leg of this part of the journey begins. And if God's mercies permit I shall be in Jacksonville about 5pm. This time it, though an old Greyhound with no wifi or power outlet, I'm sitting comfortably. There are no foul orders or strange gurus and teachers disturbing the bus with their tales. To my Nook for a couple of hours of good read - The Tehran Initiative