I’ve been riding since 4:30pm Paris time (10:30 AM East Tennessee time). The outlet under my seat doesn’t work with either plugin or USB which, on a 31 hour bus trip is really bad. The drivers switch off every few hours working in tandem. I accidentally booked an express trip! Woot!
Tomorrow I’m going to message my host who will meet me at the dock. Dudes, this is so top hat! I’m already feeling pinky’s up bitches. Fancy and all that.
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