Ugh, tell me about it.. I may not be aware or even look my age, but things like this remind me of it every now and then. (In fact, when I went to buy the ticket, I was asked to show my Student Identity Card so I could have student's discount. When this happens, I always feel obliged to let people know just how old I am. It's like defense reflex.)
The trip was excruciating and uncomfortable in several ways: legs turned out to be the most demanding part of my body in terms of space (and with my 163cm "midget" height, I don't even have long legs!) - no matter which way I turned, how far underneath the seat in front of me I stretched them, they hurt...and then the pain went to my lower back. And so I couldn't sleep. On top of that, each time I tried to find a more comfortable position, I'd elbow or kick the guy sitting next to me, which must have gotten pretty annoying after a while. He was most understanding though.
When I traveled home as a student, it was always by bus. It would take 7 hours as well, but it was never this torturous. So yeah, I'm definitely 33 - thank you, new highway, for reminding me of that.
The trip was excruciating and uncomfortable in several ways: legs turned out to be the most demanding part of my body in terms of space (and with my 163cm "midget" height, I don't even have long legs!) - no matter which way I turned, how far underneath the seat in front of me I stretched them, they hurt...and then the pain went to my lower back. And so I couldn't sleep. On top of that, each time I tried to find a more comfortable position, I'd elbow or kick the guy sitting next to me, which must have gotten pretty annoying after a while. He was most understanding though.
When I traveled home as a student, it was always by bus. It would take 7 hours as well, but it was never this torturous. So yeah, I'm definitely 33 - thank you, new highway, for reminding me of that.
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