Sometimes buses are crowded, you’re sweating, trying to find a place to hold onto so you won’t fall onto two or three people every time the bus makes a turn or avoids hitting a taxi and the smells around you make you wonder if maybe the hour walk would have been a better idea. Once, I really wanted to glare and yell at this lady who was literally yelling into her phone non-stop right in my ear. But, my lack of language skills thankfully kept my mouth shut. 🙂
Other times the bus isn’t crowded, contemplative you might even say. You can find a place to stand where you aren’t leaning against someone or the ultimate prize–a seat where you can sit down. Sometimes I look forward to my time on the bus and enjoy the experience. Everyone around me is quietly sitting or standing, looking out the window. Me? I’m sitting by a window, studying Chinese on my phone with scenery flashing past the windows, all while someone else does the driving.