Round the World Travel

We arrived at Washington terminal at least an hour before departure as this is the only way you have a chance of a seat. Then the bus was at least 30 minutes late getting going. This was a little frustrating as there was only 45 minutes between arriving at Richmond, and the next bus leaving.

We met a delightfully barmy girl from Atlanta, Georgia. She asked where in England we were from, and we said Nottingham she misheard what Mark said, and thought he said he was a Nazi. Bear in mind there were African American people all around us. Mark was understandably a bit twitched by this, especially that he now has a shaved head. After we thought we had cleared that misunderstanding up, she then continued on to ask if we would like her if we were Nazi's. She was not the full shilling! She also thought Stonehenge was a Roman monument in Greece.

We finally got to Richmond and made the connection, after the driver scared Diane by telling her to get on the bus in no uncertain terms! The only seats left were at the back near the Beverly Hillbillies. Yeehaw! We nicknamed them Billy Bob, John Boy and Uncle Jessie. They talked non stop until after 1 am, when we were trying to grab some zzzzz's. However, they were entertaining, and prepared us to enter the South. For example phrases to get you by: Hell yes!/No! Yes Sir/Maaam amongst many other which we are too polite to repeat.

We finally reached Nashville at 9am 16 hours after starting the trip, rather travel weary and not in a great hurry to go on a Greyhound again too soon. The Greyhound bus stations were like entering Mos Eisley (Star Wars for those who do not know) where you "will not find a more wretched hive of scum and villany".