After having traveled across the tundra on a bus with no name I've finally emerged victorious back in the States. I'm looking forward to Jimmy John's, not playing hockey arenas, and having my Blackberry on. I'll miss Robox Platinum, Tim Horton's, and "getting oot and aboot, eh". We crossed back on the Ambassador Bridge. I didn't see it this time because it was 5:30AM and I was asleep until the border guards roused the whole bus to make sure we weren't smuggling any Canadians into the US, aside from the one we're supposed to have with us. Linkin Park had their caravan pass through immediately prior to us so I think the guards were expecting trouble. They came on the bus like gangbusters and when 11 sleepy but relatively wholesome people with passports ready piled out of the bunks they seemed relieved and let us go very quickly with only a few jokes about felines.
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