Bye bye New-York

Like Jack, I take a bus to go to Chicago, the first stopover on a long route that waits for me to reach the west coast. I secretly steal a shot of the bus station. Photos are prohibited for security reasons.

The bus is full, and I tell myself that the next 18 hours are going to be hard. For the first time since I arrived in NYC, it is raining, which fits my mood... Then night falls, and I'm fast asleep.