We had to get a picture with a double decker buss before we left.
The bus ride to the airport was death for me. I didn't have time to eat breakfast, which gives me a headache...and then the bus driver kept tapping his breaks. I really thought I was going to have to ask the bus driver to stop so I could throw up. I wasn't the only one suffering though. Of all the random people we met on our trip, we met a retired NFL player, just 26 and spending a few months traveling alone. He was hillarious - maybe one of our favorite people we met.
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