Bus rides
Makes such a difference when you have a long, relaxing sleep. Actually we had a very relaxing evening for a change last night, we ordered take-away and watched a film from the comfort of our new sofas, we have a footstool as well, so Gerald was asleep by the end of the film, I managed to stay awake.
Whilst being crammed like a cow going to slaughter on London Underground last night, it made me think of public transport in other countries and I had to chuckle because in Tobago, Gerald and I caught a bus to go back to our hotel. We had gone to Scarborough, which is like the capital of the island, and I had become fed up of catching very expensive taxis, so I made Gerald go to the bus terminal and we managed to ascertain which bus would be heading in the right direction. It was so funny because when you want the bus to stop, you have to yell to the driver, "Stop Please!" It must have been one of the best bus journeys in my life. Tobago is a beautiful little island, as yet not so commercialised, and I enjoyed driving around the winding little roads with all the locals.
Public transport almost doesn't exist in Zimbabwe. Once one of my cousins came to visit from Cape Town. He and his friend wanted to go to Kariba which is in the far north of the country, and they decided to get a local bus. It took hours and hours and they passed through villages so remote that the children had never seen white people before. He said it was an experience that he will never forget, I'm not surprised, it must have been very hot , crowded and bumpy.
My mother was mortified that he could have done such a thing, she and my aunt were very disapproving!
Well, I must sign off now, hope you are all having a lovely weekend.
Whilst being crammed like a cow going to slaughter on London Underground last night, it made me think of public transport in other countries and I had to chuckle because in Tobago, Gerald and I caught a bus to go back to our hotel. We had gone to Scarborough, which is like the capital of the island, and I had become fed up of catching very expensive taxis, so I made Gerald go to the bus terminal and we managed to ascertain which bus would be heading in the right direction. It was so funny because when you want the bus to stop, you have to yell to the driver, "Stop Please!" It must have been one of the best bus journeys in my life. Tobago is a beautiful little island, as yet not so commercialised, and I enjoyed driving around the winding little roads with all the locals.
Public transport almost doesn't exist in Zimbabwe. Once one of my cousins came to visit from Cape Town. He and his friend wanted to go to Kariba which is in the far north of the country, and they decided to get a local bus. It took hours and hours and they passed through villages so remote that the children had never seen white people before. He said it was an experience that he will never forget, I'm not surprised, it must have been very hot , crowded and bumpy.
My mother was mortified that he could have done such a thing, she and my aunt were very disapproving!
Well, I must sign off now, hope you are all having a lovely weekend.
posted by susi at 10:22 am
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