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dotinthesky) wrote2020-01-28 06:03 pm
dotinthesky) wrote2020-01-28 06:03 pm
Day 27 - Coach
By the time I wake up, shower and eat breakfast, Bia is long gone to work.
My coach leaves São Paulo at 10am. I give myself plenty of time to travel the metro from her house and visit the bus station’s bookshop.
Seat 13, my lucky number. The sun doesn’t shine on me, neither do I have a nearby companion.
São Paulo’s ugly concrete self gives way to bushes and farms as the coach travels north. I listen to podcasts then a bit of music. I have a book on the history of England’s canals but I don’t read it.
My coach leaves São Paulo at 10am. I give myself plenty of time to travel the metro from her house and visit the bus station’s bookshop.
Seat 13, my lucky number. The sun doesn’t shine on me, neither do I have a nearby companion.
São Paulo’s ugly concrete self gives way to bushes and farms as the coach travels north. I listen to podcasts then a bit of music. I have a book on the history of England’s canals but I don’t read it.
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