An Odd Family: The Art of Bus Travel

At 3:45 a.m. we hear the local bus driver over the loudspeaker: “Good Morning. We will be arriving in Whitehorse shortly. The only restaurant open 24/7 is not…” I didn’t make arrangements to be picked up, but I am not worried. I live here. We get off the bus, an odd sort of newly made …

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