Trail of the Dead

I left Rice University in Houston this morning - where I had a great stay with a student who is from Redbridge London, but going to school for Asian Studies in Texas (which seems a tad odd to me). Brent caught me up on some slang and we listened to hot tracks online from a beatmaker called Sebastian. Intense zap sounds. I'll post a link when I locate the myspace page again. His roommate Doug was keen on me keeping a better journal so other young gay students might be able to use my travel notes to plan their own journeys. So for Doug lending me a razor to shave, and buying the beers - I will try to write more.


I promised last week that I would refrain from rants on the interstate bus system in America...but i need to break that promise to regain a measure of sanity. Filthy! Gross! Cramped!
Some advice to others:
1. Never take a seat near the back. The toilet smell is rancid
2. Cough and hold wadded tissues when unsightly strangers glance at the empty seat next to you.
3. Don't fall asleep with earphones on

Ok. I feel better. Five hours this afternoon on a Greyhound bus from Houston to Austin was far from pleasant. It made the hour walk from the bus station down to University of Texas campus seem a welcome relief. I'm mascarading as a 'UT' student at the Dobie student mall right now. Lots of wireless!

In honor of arriving in the capitol of Texas, which incidentaly has a Capitol Dome just like the one in Washington, I listened to the "And You Will Know Us By The Trail of Dead" album Madonna today.