From New York to Newport - and that bus ride

After a hectic 4 days in New York we left by the very fast Amtrak train to Providence.

It was midday Sunday, very warm and sunny. The station at Providence was newish spacious, and with very few people about. The buildings around the station were of light orange/beige brick and looked newish. A newer building was advertising luxury apartments, which overlooked a very small river. After looking everywhere for street signs we finally located the bus center and strolled over, to join a variety of people who were waiting for the bus.

Eventually it arrived, late, and with a lot of friendly bantering, everybody got on. The bus driver seemed to know everyone, and it felt as if we were all going on a Sunday jaunt.

Then with a jerk, we roared off!The good homour and commoraderie continued as we lurched here, sped there, stopped at the lights, and at most of the bus stops on the way as we picked up and dropped off passengers.

Then "Driver - there is Miss Jackson!You must stop for her!!" We lurched to a stop and the elderly Miss Jackson, who was dressed all in white, even to white stockings over her dark skinned legs, was helped onto the bus. The then ensured a long friendly debate over whether the bus was late, or the next schedulled one, early. Finally some sort of conclusion was reached and we all held on as the bus took off again and sped off.

Speed limit? What speed limit? This bus had one speed and that was fast! We - the only tourists on the bus had to keep our eyes open without blinking so we could enjoy the scenery as we beetled along.

Finally, after travelling through several long single street towns, we finally reached Newport Rhode Island.

And that is another story.....