"It's 5 a.m. and my left leg is wedged irretrievably between a couple of Brits, who are spooning in somnolent bliss as our strangely loaded bus trundles through the Sierra foothills."

"Everywhere are bodies on mattresses -- a tangle of blurry-eyed Brits, shaggy-headed Germans, curled-up Kiwis -- languorously sprawled as if acting out a page of an Abercrombie and Fitch catalog, only with more clothes. "

"My trapped and tingling leg is firmly asleep, but, as dawn approaches, the rest of me is awake. I feel a cramp rising in the other leg and I wonder if this kind of thing ever happened to Ken Kesey."

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