World's First Time Traveler

Usually when I take the Fung Wah bus from NYC to Boston it takes an agonizingly long 4.5 traffic-filled hours. I went to visit some friends this past weekend in Boston, and when the Bikram Yoga session I was attending ended promptly at 4:30, I hopped over to South Station to take the 5 PM bus back to the city.

In short, I slept during the ride, but when I woke up at 8:00 sharp I could spot both the Chrysler and the Empire State Building amongst the smaller buildings of Manhattan's breathtakingly expansive skyline. This was an unprecedented first in my seasoned experience of Fung Wah excursions.

My conclusion was that we had entered some sort of time warp while I was asleep. For the remainder of the ride I listened to everyone outdo each other with expressions of amazement such as "dang!!" or "dag!!" or my personal favorite, "holy sh**!!"

We arrived at the Chinatown drop-off point at 8:30 PM. Now I can check off the row for "travel through time" on my list of things to do before I die. The next one I plan to knock off the list: "convince people to stop putting please before the phrase R.S.V.P."



(Because of the mysterious disappearance of my camera, I've taken to amateurishly cropping images on top of one another using Microsoft Paint)