“Never underestimate how much assistance, how much satisfaction, how much comfort, how much soul and transcendence there might be in a well-made taco and a cold bottle of beer.”
― Tom Robbins, Jitterbug Perfume

Quick interlude to talk about where the Bus dropped me off. You see, there is a special place called the Granada Tavern, where one can find $5.50 schooners (12oz. Beers) which is unheard of in Australia (beer is much more expensive here). For shits and giggles I stopped in. I deeply enjoy being places where people don’t expect me (as mentioned before) and here I was sitting in a pub with an assortment of blue-collar workers still in their work uniforms. I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, coupled with 2 traveling bags and a corduroy hat.

To say I stuck out like a sore thumb was an understatement, and it didn’t help that I was alone. I didn’t mind the people watching though (albeit I was getting watched equally, this time not in my favor) and I witnessed a family at a large table, some old friends playing pool, a single older man at the bar shooting the shit with the bartenders. All of it didn’t seem particularly fabulous or flashy, but it was exactly the kind of bar that normal people can go to and be normal. There was no need to prove anything, only to connect over beer and a hard day. I revelled in the simplicity.