Abandoned By Henry At The Greyhound Bus Terminal In Washington DC

Henry was nowhere to be seen and Tamara was attempting to use the payphone in the Greyhound Station to call him. I say attempting because her trying to use the phone was an exercise in futility. She could not figure out how to use it and her constant screaming, “Hellllllllllllooooo!” into the mouthpiece was cracking me up much to her annoyance. The frustration took over her and she was soon whacking the handset against the body of the telephone in a mad rage, “These Americans don’t even have normal phone boxes!”

I Remember My First Time Abroad

I remember it like it was yesterday. The collection of and poring over travel brochures at Elephant and Castle shopping centre. We didn’t let the fact that we were broke hinder the dream. We were going to get somewhere out of the country somehow someway. As long as we could raise a few hundred to actually buy the ticket we would worry about the rest later.