The people on the bus...

Yeah, still on the bus. Nowhere to go but to my blog and the words streaming through my mind.

I wish the American would talk to me. Yes, I could be the one to go first with the conversation, but thinking and blogging about it makes it awkward. Well, I like her. You know, she just has a good air about her. She smiles when required and for the rest of it she's absorbed in her iPod. She even has movies on that thing. What I loved most was the one moment when she forgot she wasn't alone and joined in the song she was listening to. O, and she's definately human 'cause from a phonecall she made to one Sarah I got the idea that she needs a physiotherapist.

It's not like we ignore each other. Except for the fact that we respect each other's daydreams and thoughts, we shared a laugh about another girl on the bus who had a fight over the telephone. She, on the other hand, seem to be quite vocal and extrovert. I now know that she borrowed a friend R1300 and never got it back! I probably would also not mind that people could hear me.

Some free tips for when you have to travel with a South African bus (I can't account for other countries' bus services):

1. Try chatting with your closest companyon as soon as possible, otherwise you reach the awkward phase.
2. To avoid disappointment and starvation, do not count on the scheduled bus stops.
3. For almost the same reason, use the bathroom when you get the chance (and ALWAYS have tissues/toilet paper with you).
4. If you don't get motion sickness, take a thick book with you.
5. Relax, sit back and enjoy watching your fellow passengers - they (as all people) are jewells with personality!

For some reason only a South African would understand, I now think of Laurika Rauch. What a legend!