The Bull Bay Bus
By kaylar, 6th Oct 2010 | Follow this author
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Riding the Bull Bay Bus from Start to nearly the End of the route
Not for the Squemish
Riding a bus in Jamaica, (unless it is sent from that All inclusive hotel), is not recommended.
The term 'overcrowding' is unknown and maintenance is not a high priority,
As bad as it might be during the day, no time is worse than after the bell when the schoolers pack aboard.
End To End
I thought the bus was crowded when I got on. That was before the bus stopped at Vauxhall Secondary School. Dozens of kids shoved on, making what was an extremely unpleasant experience on par with waterboarding.
Firstly, the crush of bodies, many making dead rats smell fragrant. On the street it was about 96o. On the bus, about 106o. The radio was blasting some nasty jibberish, and the bus was lurching along from stop to stop while the schoolers conducted their lives.
Standing for an hour
I didn't need to hold on, I was pinned in place by the bodies, and about 32 seconds away from losing it, when I saw man, near the front, with a serene look on his face.
He was just as crushed as I was, subjected to the same smells and sounds. Yet he was serene.
Where everyone was looking as if they could, without much effort, bite the heads off chickens, he was a quiet lake on a spring day.
I tried to emulate his transcendental mien. Tried not to react to the shoving, the slowness of the journey.
I assumed that after we passed Rockfort the bus crowd would thin and I'd get a seat. No luck. Fortunately, there was a two mile run between Rockfort and Harbour View where the bus didn't stop as it couldn't hold a message.
Very few people got off at Harbour View, and so, I was to stand for the virtual duration.
The man at the front would also have to stand, yet his demeanor never changed.
By Eight miles I began to make my way towards him, because I wanted to know how he could maintain such calm in a sea of confusion.
Just before the bus stopped at Nine miles I had reached his side, and told him how I'd been watching him and wanted to know how he maintained his composure.
With a small smile flickering around his lips, he put his hand to his face and tapped his temple; "I'm sick" he said.
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6th Oct 2010 (#)
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7th Oct 2010 (#)
I was thinking of more 'housekeeping' kinds of changes. The delay is what I think will affect and annoy most writers. Sometimes it's over 24 hrs to get work published and like, the idea that it would take another 24 if I made one little change...nah...
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