Mile after mile, the landscape rushes by while a certain monotony settles in on the plains of Iowa. The bus window always shows the same view despite the distance covered over the course of many hours. I hasten to arrive in Nebraska and especially to reach the mountains of Colorado.
We stopped as usual at a gas station for the noontime break. I made the wrong choice, as far as fast food is concerned. For a change, I picked a burrito rather than a burger... Bad idea! It was disgusting, and I fear that I'm eager for a good Mickey D burger... At each stop, I hope to find the famous apple pie with vanilla ice cream that Kerouac devoured at every layover. But for some reason, it is always unavailable...
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