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It had been raining for three days solid in the City of Portland, Oregon
and was certainly raining today. I took the Max commuter train down to
the Greyhound station so that I would not have to park my in town
transportation and so that I would not have to inconvenience anyone.
Incidentally, I think that Portland has great public transportation, it's just
that the city pays far too much for it. I got soaked besides.
I was searched in order to get aboard the bus. It was a minor inconvenience,
but they do it for our safety, I suppose. They asked me if I had a pocket knife
in my pocket. I knew that they would ask this and decided against bringing my
combination metal spoon, knife, and fork with me even though I knew that I
needed it for camping. Oh boy plastic utensils that snap and break.
Unfortunately, I was in for a grueling 44 hour ride and I can never sleep well if at
all while in an upright position. I left at noon.
Sometimes, mercifully, the Greyhound bus stops periodically for 15 min - 30 min breaks where
you can get out of the coach and stretch your legs. Also if you smoke then this is your only
chance to do so. I am delighted to find next to a garbage can a nearly full pack of American
Spirit cigarettes. This satiates what I will admit is an awfully unhealthy habit, although
it has always been a great way to strike up a conversation with someone.
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