Today I’m experiencing the joys of European intercity bus travel.
After enjoying 14 hours of sauna-like conditions on the bus from Santiago de Compostela, I was unceremoniously dropped off in a sketchy neighborhood in Bordeaux to wait two and a half hours for my next bus — assuming it’s on time.
Google Maps, as is often the case, let me down. I walked ten minutes to a restaurant it listed as open until 7 am. When I got there, it didn’t like it had been open in months.
I’m afraid my snacks may run out before I get to Montpellier.
