I like long bus rides. No. I LOVE long bus rides. Alone. I love the solitude and anonymity. I don’t complain of the butt numbing experience. But all I care about is having the time to think. And ponder. And reflect. Of planning the future. Or reminiscing past loves and memories.
I like feeling the smoothness or bumpiness of a road or highway. The vibrations traveling from the tires to the engines, to the bus’s body and to the seat. The sight of the landscape zooming past you for hundreds of kilometers. Cities, towns. Buildings and structures. Trees and farms.
I like the stops and more stops. Stops for additional passengers or stops for alighting passengers. Meal stops at overpriced eateries. The smell and flavor of munch food sold by ambulant vendors. The different tongues spoken and heard. Different topographies and vistas.
I always want to travel on long bus rides. Preferrably alone. It gives me peace of mind. It gives me space. But most of all, I like sense of traveling to somewhere. Far. Faceless. Nameless.
I can relate on the reasons on why i love long bus rides…alone!
Safe trip to Zamboanga, Estan!
Thanx Arlene! 🙂
I always love the part when you get to see different people and hear different dialects and of course the stops. Even if it may be a long way, it helps me think that I’m always moving forward. =)
PS: Sir Estan, natawa naman ako sa “Or reminiscing past loves and memories.” parang may laman.. hehehe Safe Travels!
Micole, hahaha. Yeah 🙂
I always want to travel on long bus rides. Preferrably alone. It gives me peace of mind. It gives me space. But most of all, I like sense of traveling to somewhere. Far. Faceless. Nameless. – these words are true to me… now i want to travel alone in the bus. I remember there were times that i will take the bus here in our place (fairview) all the way yo makati or alabang just to think and celebrate solitude. 😉
Jherson, celebrate solitude! I like that!