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Tuesday, May 11, 2010

The Bus Ride

We took a public bus on the last day from the terminal to a public park, with lots of help from the tour guides and people who spoke English. When we were going, I was sitting in the window seat, next to Xiaoxia. I looked out the window at one bus stop as we were driving away. There were two really cute girls about my age looking at me, and they realized that I had caught their glance. They laughed and then waved at me, and I waved back.

It’s times like that you wish that you were travelling alone and could just go back to find them.

You also wish that you weren’t in a crime-ridden city, and that you spoke Portuguese, and that attractiveness implies interestingness.

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