The windows of the Greyhound bus destined for Pittsburgh gradually shifted from darkness to the first beginnings of a sunrise.
We’d been on buses, and waiting in depots, for what like a lot longer than the 12-or-so hours it had been in reality.
Suddenly I saw a green blur outside the bus window to my right, the sun had well and truly risen now.
We soon passed over a bridge in to the Pittsburgh CBD.
Despite the lack of proper sleep, the new morning and the beautiful city, filled me with energy and excitement for the potential of a new day.
Brimming with excitement (and also very eager to be off a bus), it seemed to take forever to reach the depot.
But finally it did, and we exhaustedly clambered off the bus.
Tired as we were, we still had to reach our hotel.
We got ourselves oriented, and headed through the early morning city.
Pittsburgh was a beautiful, quiet city. Along with Denver, it had a quietness to it that reminds me a little of Perth.
Early morning now, there were a few pedestrians and commuters about, going about their day and heading to work.
After about 15 minutes of walking we reached the south end of the CBD, and headed through Armstrong tunnel.
We came to a bridge suspended over the Monongahela River, that would connect us to the south side of Pittsburgh, where our hotel was.
Our hotel was not far after the bridge. Gratefully, we arrived.
- 7 Aug
- Check in
- 9 Aug
- Check out
Of course, this was around 8 in the morning, and as exhausted as we were, we could not check in until that afternoon.
Yawning, we relieved ourselves of the burden of our luggage with the hotel reception, and set off to kick around Pittsburgh until check-in opened later that afternoon.
We decided to head off and explore a bit further to the south (the direction in which Richard is helpfully pointing at, above).
We continued down 10th street, and then crossed on to E Carson St.
The south side of Pittsburgh strongly reminded me of Brunswick Street and Smith Street in Fitzroy, Victoria.
It had a similar vibe, with renewed life from a mix of traditional and modern tenenants, occupying and sharing the inherited space.
We found a nearby diner for what was one of the best breakfasts we randomly stumbled across.
It was a charming diner, filled with locals having friendly chats with the staff, who seemed to know everyone in the establishment (us aside!).
After a hearty breakfast, we headed to a nearby Starbucks to grab a coffee, for the much needed caffeine kick.
We sat at the Starbucks for a little while, recharging.
After which, we explored a couple of vintage and boutique stores. One of the shops container a Super Soaker XP90, which I remember my sister and I had received for Christmas in Australia one year growing up.
Eventually we wandered back towards our hotel, and decided to continue over the bridge and in to the city to continue exploring.