The bus pulls slowly into traffic, and I sink slowly into the worn leather seats of the bus, and slip my hand into Jen's hand...for the first time in Thailand, I feel relaxed, and so does she. We know, at least for the next half hour, where we're heading. We have no idea what's gonna happen when we get there, aside from the fact that we're gonna have to put those backpacks back on and step off the bus, back into that sweltering heat, but we put that thought out of our minds, and sit silently on our bus, staring at everything. Me, I'm looking at the cars, and buses; I'm noticing the highway that's just like every other highway I've ever traveled; I'm peering around the bus, staring at the other travellers, feeling the desire
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