-The impromptu bus routes drivers take if there is too much traffic, or a road block.
-The music, sometimes blasting, through the speakers. Cuuuumbia!
-Drivers stopping the bus and getting off to either, get a soda, coffee, and/or change.
-Drivers stopping in the middle of the street, peeking out the window to say hi to friends.
-Bus routes here have the definition of a flexible schedule.
-Young men getting up for old ladies.
-Young men sitting, on purpose, next to young ladies.
-The random street artist serenading in the bus for change.
-These change-compartment thingies made of sponge to hold the fare.
-The constant hard-brakes during rush hour.
-In packed buses, there isn't too much air flow, so the front windshield always gets fogged up. Good thing the driver has handy newspaper to clean it.
-Stickers of Jesus, Mary, Joseph, and Saprissas, the reigning soccer champ team.
A blind, college student getting some extra cash.
On the way to work. These things are loud.
Marc, my roommate, pensive.
By the way, those rail lines are where drug dealers hang out.
By the way, those rail lines are where drug dealers hang out.
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