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Bus Terminal,
India...

6th January, 2000.

...two circuits of the bus station are a minimum.... searching... being pointed past people who have pointed you previously... deciphering ... pleading... searching; and finally, you find the bus!

Fulfilment follows, you have a seat, you have a bus, you have a destination, you are happy inside and out...  you are waiting...

You wait a little more...

...the bus is a little late it seems. 

and then finally... it edges forward, you are off!  And then it rolls back (you are back), .. and then forward... and then back, and forward, and backwards and forwards and backwards.  The bus it seems is gearing up to go, but it can't bring itself to leave...  Chaffing at the bit, the bus is signalling to all and sundry that they will miss the bus unless they get on now!

The conductor it seems also is chaffing at the bit.  He turns towards the bus threatening to get on any minute, and then away, towards and away mimicking the bus.  He  coerces people, male, female, old, young, going where the bus is going, not going where the bus is going, yelling the destination over and over until it rolls into itself to beome a phenomenon of sound.  He is posessed, outside he is a one man frenzy!... you are glad you are on the bus.

...and then... the bus lurches forward into motion! To your amazement the conductor gets on, horns are sounded, dust clouds into the air, you are moving, you have left the terminal!  Where is the cheer you wonder?  You feel like cheering, you ponder that the people in the terminal must be happy to see you go, but astoundingly, no cheer!

You realise the heady 2 mph you are making is the reason, there is a ways to go yet before you hit the open road.  And once out of the terminus, even then it continues, pedestrians are accosted at roundabouts, surely they want to get on the bus; surely not it seems from their reactions.

And you continue to sit, a little late, a little amused, watching the whole thing disappear into a perspective.  Like you are viewing it all from back at the bus station where it seems you left your last reality behind.... how long ago was all that?

 

Sur Helio, Chile
Footnote : Not all Indian buses are like this!  They are for the most part good.  Long, bumpy, dusty, and  never travel at greater than 60 kmh (the Indian speed of light), and are great way to see things.
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