On the buses: another great ride with a thoughtful driver - this one giving precise directions to a confused tourist, waiting for a late running passenger and slowing down approaching each stop (some bus drivers think they are in a rally - or have I groused about that already?).
Bus travel can be travelling theatre:
- A young guy telling his friend and consequently the entire bus, the difficulties and successes in his lovelife at college - thankfully without the addition of procreative descriptors.
- Man gets up and offers his seat to woman, she refuses - yowzers!
- Bus driver calling out the name of a stop and every uni student saying “thank you” as they alight. I wonder if the drivers get bored with saying “you’re welcome, every time”?
There are people going to work, shopping, travelling (suitcase in hand to transfer to the Ferry/ Airport buses); everyone transported in every way for the cost of a cup of coffee.
Plastic bags recycled, warm the cockles of my heart (where does that phrase come from anyway? From my not so extensive word search, this phrase is supposed to have been in use since the 17th century and has to do with the heart shape of a cockle - which is a delicious little bivalve).
of plastic bags and tetra packs (