Day One: The Arrival
Finally arrived at Buffalo, after 6+ hours of train, one unintelligible taxi driver, 3 hours of bus and a taxi cab that tried to convince me to use the “flat rate” of 35$ for a 20$ ride. I no longer am in Montreal, that’s for sure. (And I am probably too naïve too, thinking everyone everywhere is honest and trustworthy but that’s a story for another day.)
At the Aibnb, I was offered to take the attic as my room, as I would be staying five weeks and might enjoy the larger living space. I love attics.