Run! Starting today, you can purchase tickets between New York to Toronto for as low as $1 at Trailwaysny.com or Greyhound.com. NeOn, short for New York-Ontario, has two round-trip express schedules each day between New York and Toronto.

NeOn tickets are available for purchase in advance at Trailwaysny.com, Greyhound.com or from a driver before boarding. One-way fares start at $1, plus a booking fee. The highest fare will adjust based on market demand. The earlier passengers purchase their tickets, the lower the fare they receive.

The best part? They offer free Wi-Fi, power outlets and video. Yay! I am convinced it won't be long before even riding a bus is more comfortable than flying.

In a country so proud of its culinary heritage, it's hard to imagine any foreign versions of local specialties ever being sold. I'm talking about France, the country where the capital city organizes the Baguette Grand Prix, just to determine which boulangerie makes the best one (it even makes the French national news). Surprisingly enough, even in a place with such high bread expectations, somehow British baguettes managed to make their way onto the trains of the French railway.

The Guardian reports that Fosters of Barnsley, a Yorkshire bakery, has started exporting truck loads of baguettes across the Channel to be sold on trains. The move has made baker John Foster deemed the "most hated man in France," according to French media.

With a well-known background of Franco-Anglo tension regarding food, the fact that British baguettes are being sold to French railway passengers is rather humorous. Maybe Sarkozy will see it as an attack on his country's culinary heritage, or maybe the French will just start exporting fish and chips.

The last two weeks of The Travel Channel's Cash and Treasures on Wednesday night haven't included kids at the dig sites, a quality I was impressed by early on. Still, I continue to be hooked into this show. This week, I stuck around for the back to back episodes because host Kristin Gum headed out of the United States for points south in what worked as a double feature. Normally, the first half hour show satisfies me. The episode right after the first usually has a totally different theme.

Episodes: Digging for aquamarines, morganites and more.

What are they? Gems that can be worth beau coups bucks. Aquamarines range from dark green to a light blue, like clear water. Morganites are light pinkish. Gum found an aquamarine worth $3,000 and a morganite worth $1,481, once they were cut and polished.

Location: In the mountains and hills of Southeastern Brazil before the jaunt to Rio de Janeiro for the cutting and polishing. The first episode was shot in Governardor Valadares in the state of Minas Gerais at the Jaco Mine. The second episode was at the Rio Doce Mine near Rio Doce.

Getting to the Jaco Mine involved first taking a train and then a jeep on an unpaved road with 32 switchbacks. The bonus of the effort, besides the gems, was the gorgeous scenery. Gum was given mining tips by the mine's owner and his son. The snaking tunnel of the mines where the walls shimmered turned up nothing, but once Gum sifted through the tailings using a large screen, she found several aquamarines. One of them was large piece that was turned into the $3,000 beauty. The others were the type you'd put in a collection and were not considered valuable.

We don't really have a bedbug fetish here at Gadling, but we've had something to say about these blood sucking critters on occasion. Here's just one more that will make you think twice about sitting down on those fairly harmless looking wooden benches while you're waiting for a subway in New York City. Wooden benches, like motel mattresses, can be a real bedbug hangout, according to this article in the New York Post.

These bedbugs are not happy just sitting on a bench minding their own business. Instead, they can jump on you for a ride on your business. A city authority on bedbugs admitted there have been sightings of these blood lovers down where the commuters wait for a ride. Exclamations like "That's gross!" have been heard.

All subway stations aren't involved in the invasion. To my dismay, the Union Square station, the one that is closest to where my brother lives, is mentioned twice. It's one of those sprawling stations that goes every which way, so I have no idea which benches you should avoid.

Bedbugs have also been sighted at the Fordham Road stations and the Hoyt-Schermerhorn station in Brooklyn. Maybe they've become tired of their hotel digs.

Other Gadling bedbug stories:

• Don't Let the Bed Bugs Bite
• Hotels Let the Bed Bugs Bite
• Dogs cracking down on bed bugs in New York hotel
• Bed bugs still biting a year later

Now there is a progressive plan coming out of London.

London's brand new mayor, Boris "the Eccentric" Johnson, unveiled the timeline for bringing in the new alcohol ban. The ban, starting on June 1, on the Tube (subway), buses, trams and Docklands Light Railway is one of his election pledges. According to the BBC, the ban is part of Mr Johnson's wider strategy to tackle "anti-social behavior" and he also believes driving out so-called minor crime will be the first step before getting a "firm grip on more serious crime".

But the Rail Maritime and Transport Union said the policy appeared "not to have been thought through very well" and could make matters worse.

Worse? As in people will drink more just for the excitement of doing something illegal?

This morning, when there was one woman (me) in one car (a Toyota Corolla) going along 3 streets in 5 minutes on my way to teach a class, I heard about these 3 guys who are in a car traveling this week to all 48 states in the continental U.S. They're not traveling through each state, but are at least crossing borders to say they've been in each one.

One of the guys, Joshua Keeler, was being interviewed on the radio about the trip. Originally, years ago, this was going to be his father's trip. His dad, James, had mapped out the journey, but James' mother's death kept him from going. Joshua got hold of the maps and corralled his two friends Joey Stocking and Adam Gatherum to go along with him on this journey they are calling, "The Great American Road Trip." There is an attempt to break the Guinness record for a similar trip, although, Guinness no longer keeps such records for road safety sake.

Last week China opened the world's longest sea bridge in order to cut travel time between two ports, Ningbo and Shanghai. But on a bridge that is 22.4 miles long, it's hard to not slow down to enjoy the impressive scenery; you are crossing over a large body of water after all. Since its opening on May 1, Chinese police have fined over 300 drivers for driving too slow across the bridge or even illegally parking in the emergency lines while taking some scenic photos.

"I just wanted to drive a bit slowly and enjoy the sea breeze. Is that wrong?" an unnamed driver complained.

You would think that with such a bridge -- and at $1.7 billion, such a budget -- would invest in some sightseeing platforms. Not to worry, those are coming... in two years. For now, if you want any interesting scenic shots, better bring some extra yuan to pay your fine.

There are some advantages to flying a reserve schedule every now and then. I prefer the variety and the thought that just maybe I'll get called out to cover a New York trip to Zurich or Brussels. It's rare, but it has happened before.

For April, I didn't fly anywhere I hadn't flown before, and they managed to use me on almost every one of my available days. Having just arrived home from the Miami and San Francisco trip, crew scheduling already needed me for another early morning departure. This time they had me fly down to Miami and deadhead home on the same day.

It was hardly worthy of a full Cockpit Chronicles. I rode home in the coach cabin and slept most of the way. Fortunately, we're required to have at least one day off every 7 days, and crew scheduling decided I could use one.

This meant that I'd have a small stretch of three days in a row before my month would be over. There's always the chance that a three-day trip could pop up if someone called in sick, but I was pretty sure I'd have the last few days off.

My wife gets nervous when I tell her that there's little chance they could use me. Don't worry, I'll be home to take you and the kids to the airport for your trip to Germany, I'm sure! I figured I'd flown too many hours to be legal for another three-day trip. I should have listened to my wife. She knew I'd get the call.

Modesto, California, city of 206,000 people, home to George Lucas Plaza, some of the country's worst air quality and the quaintly named newspaper of record, the Modesto Bee, tops the list once again as America's capital of car theft.

The National Insurance Crime Bureau has released its 2007 numbers of the 10 worst cities for car thefts, and the area surrounding Modesto, including the entire county of Stanislaus, beat out other so-called Metropolitan Statistical Areas like Las Vegas/Paradise, Nev. (2nd); San Diego/Carlsbad/San Marcos, Calif. (3rd); Stockton, Calif. (4th); and San Francisco/Oakland/Fremont, Calif. (5th).

"The rate is determined by the number of vehicle theft offenses per 100,000 inhabitants using the 2007 census population estimates, the most current figures available," the NICB says. Curiously, it doesn't say how many cars were actually stolen in the cities it singles out for ignominy.

Odd that there is not one city east of the Mississippi on the NICB's top 10 list, or for that matter one city east of Texas.

The rest of the top 10 cities for car thefts:

6. Laredo, Tex.
7. Albuquerque, N.M.
8. Phoenix/Mesa/Scottsdale, Ariz.
9. Yakima, Wash.
10. Tuscson, Ariz.

This must have been an entertaining scene.

A London bus driver told his passengers to get off his bus because he has to pray. He rolled out his prayer mat in the aisle and knelt on the floor facing Mecca, The Sun reports. Passengers watched in amazement as he held out his palms towards the sky, bowed his head and began to chant. Some passengers took out their phones and starting taking pictures and video.

After a few minutes the driver calmly got up, opened the doors and asked everyone back on board. But passengers saw a backpack lying on the floor of the red single-decker and feared he might be a fanatic. So they all refused.
The driver apparently looked "English" but it turned out he was a Muslim convert. Is there such a thing as "looking English" anymore?