drifting — 1 year ago
I arrived in Porto in the early AM, got off my train, and went to buy a ticket to continue on to Santiago de Compestella. Unfortunately the train didn’t run that day, and as people were waiting for me in Santiago, I had to press on. After leaving the station and wandering for quite some time, I happened upon what I thought was a travel agency, found someone who just happened to speak some english, and bought a bus ticket. The next challenge was finding an internet cafe to let my friends know when I would arrive. Things could have worked out much more unfavorably, but flying by the seat of your pants is half the fun.
