It took a lot of courage. I spent a couple of hours preparing myself for it. But eventually I did it.
I got on a bus.
I knew they existed of course. I have seen them on the roads spewing forth black smoke. Rarely however have I considered travelling on one. I mean to say…… the shame if anybody were to see me. Circumstances must however and Mrs. Ha had to go in one direction (Korean lesson) and I had to go the other. Either we took two cars or I found ‘alternative transport’. I refused to throw money at a taxi and it was too far to walk so that left….. a bus.
We do in fact have a bus stop at the bottom of the hill but I have no idea how often it runs. If it isn’t going to leave when I need to go somewhere then it seems rather pointless. Similarly if I want to go to C and the bus only goes to B then I don’t understand the purpose of it. And because this bus stops at the bottom of the hill I still have a marathon walk up. He won’t go up the hill and drop me outside our house. I repeat….. what’s the point?
With all other options excluded I girded my loins and boarded the 299x. Good grief. It was slow. It kept stopping to let people on or off. And then to top it all I discovered I was actually on the wrong bus. I wanted a 99 not a 299x. It turned left when I wanted to go straight on. That left me with an extra 15 minute walk. I shall be writing a stiff letter of complaint to KMB.
Now I am home. I have, to quote a friend of mine who once flew economy class on a plane, “proved I can do it”. But as my friend and indeed his wife pointed out, there seems little merit in proving it again. Once in life is enough. The bus to be honest was better than flying. The security checks were minimal, nobody asked me to take my shoes and belt off, nobody asked me whether I had more than 100ml of liquid in my camera bag, I did not not have to put my iPad in a separate tray, and I didn’t get a ‘pat down’ from the driver. Whatever happened to the clippies of childhood? All KMB seemed interested in was that I had swiped my Octopus (stored-value) card as I climbed aboard. On the down side, apart from the pure logistical shortcomings there seemed to be no drinks trolley, no duty free and no meals were served during the 45 minute ride. I’m sorry but I don’t see this concept of buses catching on.
My only photo to mark the occasion was this one.