Family of 5 or 6 Travel – Alternatives to Flying to Your Vacation Destination

Have you considered renting an RV? I never had but a friend told me how much fun it was to travel with the family in an RV compared to a minivan. Cramped seats, no matter how many movies you watch, are still cramped seats. With a family of 5 or 6, an RV can really help ease the cramping.

Now Amtrak is expensive; there’s no getting around that. Too expensive if you ask me. But that doesn’t mean you can’t take a TRAIN TRIP. There are lots of day trains throughout the country. In Nashville there’s a 5 hour train trip through the countryside, a stop in a small town for lunch and a short ride back. In Ohio there’s a 3/4 scale train. You sit on top of the train cars that come up to your waist and take a few miles journey through the grounds.

So what if you rented an RV and drove to a few of these cool places where you could take a short train ride? And between the places stay at State Parks and hike waterfalls and bear trails.

Make it a game where your kids can do some learning. Give them a map and a budget and have them help plan the trip, the arrival times, the meal expenses, etc. That way when the youngest asks “are we there yet”, you’ve got a trip planner in the back who’ll help field the question.

In fact, take a large map of where you’re going, highlight the route and put letters next to the highway every few inches. When you hear “are we there yet”, you can say – we’re between F and G on the map, but we’re going to N so look and see how far away we are.

On the way from Nashville to Nuevo Laredo by Greyhound

Eventually, the starting day of our exciting trip with the famous Greyhound enterprise was scheduled on an early Monday morning from the bus station downtown Nashville close to Vanderbilt University.

As you surely know by heart the road to success is always under construction. This was definitely true for us when we highly motivated commenced our journey, well equipped with fully stored back bags.

Beforehand, I should mention a short story that perfectly fits into this context and happened to Duncan only a few days ago at the local bus station in Nashville. No kidding, he was actually but not voluntarily involved in a shooting battle going on there. To me it sounded like a Wild West movie thriller which I would not have favored at all. Honestly, this thrill did not quite calm me with regard to our forthcoming departure in a little while. Upon entering the lounge, my mind went almost crazy trying to lively imagine all kinds of feasible circumstances that might have occurred. Therefore, both of us took care of each other via carefully watching our luggage and always taking a serious peep towards strange fellows snuggling around this area at this time of the day.

Finally, we hit the road and left our safe, academic base crossing the Mississippi River early in the evening and finally reaching Little Rock in Arkansas around midnight. Looking back now I am fully aware of the fact that I passed through a famous city of the States due to Bill Clinton’s presidency later on. Though we were ready to sleep like a log, our time schedule forced us to move on.

The next spot on our agenda was Dallas, TX. From there we peacefully continued to Waco, Austin and San Antonio without being involved in any kind of dubious or extraordinary event whatsoever. Never mind, your attention is going to be stirred again very soon. After we had stayed in San Antonio for a couple of hours, the Mexican border was almost within walking distance, namely Nuevo Laredo, a small town being divided into an American and a Mexican part.

There it happened: our first adventure – here it was time to say goodbye to Greyhound not denying its efficiency so far. Thus we left the bus and attempted to cross the border on foot. All of a sudden we came across a local family that asked us for a favor which we simply could not reject. We were to assist them in loading their car and preparing it for their intended ride to Mexico City. What a coincidence – same idea, same plan, same route! In fact they suggested us to accompany them.
Of course, both of us felt quite happy about this unexpected proposal and immediately agreed upon it; however, not foreseeing potential uncomfortable impacts. Anyway, we gladly put our stuff into the leftover space and joined in through the heavy traffic. Once we got closer to the border on the bridge, we however felt rather bewildered since we did not possess any official permission for trespassing, so we almost went bananas.

Being trapped in midst the flood of cars around us, we desperately tried to get out of the car, but did not succeed at once, maybe due to some language deficiencies so far; nobody really listened to us. Somehow I predicted these hassles.

Last but not least, we managed OK and could convince the driver to stop on the other side of the bridge. There we were fairly lost, even left outside alone having no documents to show the local police as a proof of evidence. Now we doubtlessly had to do something about it. After heavily debating with some policemen, we were sent back to the U.S., in order to get a hold of the mandatory papers for entry.

I can tell you, we were rather relieved and eventually approached the never-ending line of native people already waiting in front of the official border booth.

There was no doubt this trip ought to hit the bull’s eye! There hasn’t been anything comparable to that journey so far.