Planning for safe travels
I’m sure he’s a nice guy and we’re just overreacting, my roommate and I repeated as we got off the bus, following a man we thought was following two girls.
London buses: Seeing red
It was 10:40 p.m., I’d walked 19 miles through London since 7 a.m., and I was ready to curl up on my top bunk at the hostel. I just needed the damn bus to get me there.