The Phone - Albany

I went down to Albany the other week for a few days.
Someone had made the long, long bus trip up here a few times and now it was my turn to awkwardly sleep on the Greyhound.

Can you see a pattern?

Albany is .... well, the word bleak came to mind more than a few times.

Also, and this is very important,friends should never let friends, enemies,
or anyone else they do or do not know go here..

 I don't really want to talk about it, but just trust me when I say it is terrible and you should stay far, far away from it.

But don't worry too much ....

 ... the cellphone made out alright.

Hello America - Albany

We left at an ungodly hour.

It had to be done.

The only practically bus that would take us from Montréal to Albany left at a ridiculous time.

 After six hours of stopping in every little horrible town possible, our bus pulled in to Albany.

The woman behind the desk at the bus depot knew nothing about getting to the university, much less how to get there by public transit, all she knew was that the school was "far away" and "there's a bus stop out back".


We went around back, past the large smoky cab drivers and over to the "bus stop".
There were no maps.
There were no schedules.
We had already spent way too much time on a bus already.


Taxi!


We jumped in the closest one possible, the driver had the most incredible long black dreads. We told him where we wanted to go, he named his price and as we buckled our seatbelts one of those big smoky cab drivers ran towards us yelling ...
"Hey! Front of the line! You can't get in that cab!"
Would you get out of your nice cab and into another with a man that was angrily yelling at you? Our cab driver said it was alright, we could stay - but the big guy was not happy he just kept on yelling at us, then our driver .... Welcome to Albany.

Once the boy was moved in and ready for school we had one more stop before we said good bye ...