I have never had such a super fast week before, only just yesterday it was Sunday and to think it's already Saturday amazes me. This obviously implies that I've been super busy and almost forgot I had my virtual life and blog to catch up with...
Whatever I was doing the rest of those days, I can't write about because it's way too much and would eventually turn out lengthy and boring but to continue with my post,
I take on average 4hrs going to and fro work using the bus. Using the subway would increase the trip by another two hours. Yes It's that far and no matter what magic, I always have to use at least two buses. It's so hectic that I wanted to quit the first week I'd started work but seeing my internship ends in Feb, I decided to persevere with hope of getting used to the distance.
Of late, the trip has become more treacherous. With the temperatures in negatives, It's not funky waiting for the bus. With the current rate I spend a minimum of $20/ week for fare, the recent plans for a price increase have me on my knees for a disaster in these plans. You see, there are no these things of secretly signaling to the conductor in case you are hard up, wait there is even no conductor just some mean metallic thing that chews up your quarters without any remorse. I suddenly miss those taxi touts that would make your day calling you boss and escort you to your ride like some VIP, not forgetting the driver who'll go through hell to beat the Jam and get where you want.
These bus things are just not nice. They are not as plentiful as the kla kamunye's and If you miss one bus, be sure of a long wait for the next one. They are so mean and won't pick or let you off at any point unless it's the designated bus stop. The kamunye driver will pick you at any point of the road and even leave you at the kasasiro as requested all you have to do is say the magic words.
Am still to get used to this commuting system. One culture in particular is the bus-subway reading club which given my bus hours, I've not yet subscribed to..I just don't see myself drawing out a book and then reading away like my life depended on the contents -Tht's what those book worm people do and they are not a lively bunch.
So the bus rides leaves me nothing to do except to sometimes node away to my zicky and eavesdrop on the neighbors. The stories in the bus are too hilarious and some shocking. Some people are just not bothered about washing their dirty stuff in public, but I'll stick to the rule, what happens in the bus stays in the bus otherwise these would have been a renewable source of k.b and gossip to keep bullocks at bay.
A great place to also make plans and think about random stuff is yes the bus. Trust there is no other place I can get chance to reflect and think about how my stuff is flowing, which move I should make or what my next post should be about. I've created thousands of fantasies and posts during the journeys but like they say good things don't last, they all evaporate away when I step out of the bus into the cruel, bitter cold.
Masoawo!! Oh crap! all the stares from other passengers make me feel like some kind of nut job. Thinking about Kamunye's must h've made me forget to instead push the stop request button, but am not the only one at this stop and I quickly jump off to rush home before the stares kill me.
PS: This is not a complaint or an advert
Whatever I was doing the rest of those days, I can't write about because it's way too much and would eventually turn out lengthy and boring but to continue with my post,
I take on average 4hrs going to and fro work using the bus. Using the subway would increase the trip by another two hours. Yes It's that far and no matter what magic, I always have to use at least two buses. It's so hectic that I wanted to quit the first week I'd started work but seeing my internship ends in Feb, I decided to persevere with hope of getting used to the distance.
Of late, the trip has become more treacherous. With the temperatures in negatives, It's not funky waiting for the bus. With the current rate I spend a minimum of $20/ week for fare, the recent plans for a price increase have me on my knees for a disaster in these plans. You see, there are no these things of secretly signaling to the conductor in case you are hard up, wait there is even no conductor just some mean metallic thing that chews up your quarters without any remorse. I suddenly miss those taxi touts that would make your day calling you boss and escort you to your ride like some VIP, not forgetting the driver who'll go through hell to beat the Jam and get where you want.
These bus things are just not nice. They are not as plentiful as the kla kamunye's and If you miss one bus, be sure of a long wait for the next one. They are so mean and won't pick or let you off at any point unless it's the designated bus stop. The kamunye driver will pick you at any point of the road and even leave you at the kasasiro as requested all you have to do is say the magic words.
Am still to get used to this commuting system. One culture in particular is the bus-subway reading club which given my bus hours, I've not yet subscribed to..I just don't see myself drawing out a book and then reading away like my life depended on the contents -Tht's what those book worm people do and they are not a lively bunch.
So the bus rides leaves me nothing to do except to sometimes node away to my zicky and eavesdrop on the neighbors. The stories in the bus are too hilarious and some shocking. Some people are just not bothered about washing their dirty stuff in public, but I'll stick to the rule, what happens in the bus stays in the bus otherwise these would have been a renewable source of k.b and gossip to keep bullocks at bay.
A great place to also make plans and think about random stuff is yes the bus. Trust there is no other place I can get chance to reflect and think about how my stuff is flowing, which move I should make or what my next post should be about. I've created thousands of fantasies and posts during the journeys but like they say good things don't last, they all evaporate away when I step out of the bus into the cruel, bitter cold.
Masoawo!! Oh crap! all the stares from other passengers make me feel like some kind of nut job. Thinking about Kamunye's must h've made me forget to instead push the stop request button, but am not the only one at this stop and I quickly jump off to rush home before the stares kill me.
PS: This is not a complaint or an advert
