They won't let us back in our rooms because we have already checked out. So we go down and sleep in the common room. We get back and get the 1:30PM Americana bus. The Americana bus is a subset of the greyhound company, and I believe it starts its route in Mexico. Spanish is the first language on the Americana bus, occasionally they follow with an English translation. Ed and I were probably the only ones the English translation was relevant for.
A little while after crossing the state border of Texas and New Mexico the bus was stopped by police. They came on and gave instructions at the front of the bus. I couldn't hear a word they were saying. I tried calling "what did you say?" to them. They ignored me. The other passengers looked at me as if I were insane. In the end it was just a passports and papers check. Everyone on the bus had their papers in order so we were allowed to continue.
All I really remember after that from the journey was that there was a very pretty woman working in the McDonald's where we had lunch. The rest of the journey was just staring at desert.
After arriving in Phoenix we took a shuttle van for another two and half hours out to Prescott. A suburb about two and a half hours away from Phoenix. While I had gotten used to hearing too much about other passengers lives, I wasn't prepared to learn everything about our driver. Her troubled relationship with her father, the pains of menopause, why she had a smokers voice (anyone could have guessed why, she smoked). Another case of unintentional eaves dropping making the journey a little more uncomfortable than it already was.
We arrived in Prescott around 10PM. We were fed dinner. Then it was straight to Fox and then bed.
