TORONTO – If there was ever a cardinal rule of the road it would be don’t pick up any hitchhikers.
But what if the hitchhiker in question was a small, smiling robot with a knack for good conversation? 567 more words
“I would usually be the one driving, by the way, but not today,” said the passenger of the aging maroon microbus that was taking us north out of Riga, a stocky man in his early 30s with a red beard. 571 more words
In Suwałki, the last major conurbation in northeastern Poland, fortune smiled upon us once more. Having cleared Warsaw by bus and then taken local transport to get here, we agreed that taking an international bus to Kaunas, Lithuania’s second city and directly on our route north through the Baltic countries, would enable us to catch up all our lost ground. 464 more words
At 9 p.m. on Thursday, we sat at a bus stop in Sochaczew, a satellite town 60 kilometres west of Warsaw, waiting for a bus that never came. 717 more words
We struggled out of our beds by check-out time. Staggered into the cafe next door and took second and third helpings: both of coffee to clear our heads, and the buffet breakfast to save for any emergency food situations which might occur later in the day. 314 more words