Traveling on a bus, especially overnight, is usually the time when I have the greatest trouble embracing this “Journey as Destination” mindset.
On the ride from Bagan to Mandalay, half of the windshield shattered and the drivers had to pull it off. When had been a stuffy ride suddenly had a nice breeze to my seat four or five rows back, so that was novel.
Even that, though, cant make up for the concert-loud karaoke that seems to be playing on every bus I take a seat on in Asia.
Here, for your amusement: