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This is no ordinary bed and breakfast you think to yourself.

Your host calls this place the busway to the stars. And indeed, your overnight accommodation

is a tiny yet fully equipped apartment and an old converted school bus.

You're standing in a long and narrow studio space, elevated from the ground by six wheels,

two in the front and four in the rear.

It's hard to imagine that once upon a time there were rows and rows of benches here.

Perhaps a polstered encammal-colored leather and separated by an aisle with coin grip

flooring throughout. Upon closer observation of the floors, you realize that these are the

original tiles dating back to the sixties painted white over the original black, giving this

quaint B&B a brighter and area feel. Lining the entire rectangular ceiling, a Christmas

light glowing in a pale white, flashing intermittently like fireflies.

At the front of the bus is a bench made of light perch wood with some decorative Moroccan pillows

of different shapes and sizes organized in a neat row.

On the other side of the bench is a kitchenette with vintage appliances.

There's a white half-refrigerator covered in magnets from fabulous Las Vegas and a beach side

town in Mexico. An electric cooktop beside a miniature sink and a microwave that has seen much

better days, judging by its faded buttons and jammed timing dial. In the rear of the bus is a

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