One of the Reasons I Love the English
Wednesday, January 2nd, 2008My sister Angela and I were returning to Alnwick, a town in England where we had each spent a separate semester studying, after an afternoon of shopping in Newcastle.
As we left Newcastle, we made sure to take the 505 bus since it is much faster getting back to Alnwick than the 516. Plus, it was my cousin-in-law’s birthday so we wanted to get back in time for her party.
So we got on the upper level of the 505 double decker bus a little after four in the afternoon. We were about three miles outside of Newcastle (which, let me add, is only 25 miles from Alnwick) on the freeway, when the bus slows way down. Ang and I were a bit confused, but then the bus started speeding up again, so we went back to discussing our Topshop and H&M purchases. Not for long though, because about a minute later, the bus started slowing down again and this time the bus driver pulled over to the side of the freeway and stopped. [read on]
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