Get Outta Town

Tonight I walked out of work, went home, and packed a bag.

I felt like the odd one out on this bus. I was the only person who wasn't a man.

In the corner, hanging from above, there are some pink plastic bags. Not sure what they are there for. Maybe the same reason they have bags on a plane?

It was very comfortable. They showed us a video of a really loud basey local pop concert, and three hours and a trishaw ride later, I was at my destination!

Now I am sitting above some waves. They sound great. The windows are open, and the fresh air is coming in off the sea.

Tomorrow, breakfast will arrive at the door at nine.