July 3 2010 - The joys of going Greyhound

Good day everyone

We got to Atlanta almost one and a halg hour later than planed and what is the first thing I find when I get of the bus? This:



Yep, somehow the Greyhound people had mannaged to rip out the buckles of my beloved bagpack!!!!!! I was so freaking mad and didn't really know how to fix it right now. So I stored the whole thing into a locker and left the station. The goal was the Hard Rock Cafe and a place where I could find safety pins to fix Johnny.

So I get out of the station and hit Peachtreestreet (Sandy, who had lived in Atlanta had told me everything here was called peachtree and she was right!). I felt like the only white person in that bus station yesterday but walking in Atlanta is really just walking among black people or black guys. I have to admit that I didn't really feel comfortable with being spoken to every two seconds by wierd black dudes. So I pulled out my cell phone and plaied Paris Hilton. Only difference was, I didn't play "being on the phone" I really called somebody. First my parents in Ireland and then my brothers at home (just to check if the house was still there :) just kidding)

I got my TShirt and also safetypins and a satrbucks (free wifi internet, can u believe this? something for free!!!!) so here I am, having a very quick breake before
going back to the station to take the bus to Fort Walton Beach. I had actually planned to go to the World of Coca Cola, the Coca Cola museum but thanks to the bus latenes, that was cancelled. But there was still something that showed me that Coca Cola was produced here:



back at the station I patched up Johnny and got in line to make my way to Florida:



I'll need to find one of those belts people but around their suitcases to make sure Johnny will survive all the coming trips. We'll see how this one goes to start with.

xoxo