At around 3:30 a.m., the morning lot stood on one corner of the gas station waiting for the first bus out. The drivers of the two liners convened, on which matter nobody was privy to. It must have been about who was going first and when, as not long after their brief talk, the driver of the red bus switched the interior lights on and started the vehicle. In went the troop and the bus left at 3:46 a.m.
The speed at which the bus was running and the groaning of gears everytime the shift changes meant that something was off. Nobody minded though, intent on getting a shuteye during the trip. Well, not until 'Tabao' when it necessitated tilting the vehicle head for the driver to see what was wrong with the engine. People then started to sigh. Apparently nobody was able to sleep.
It took the driver about two minutes to see what was wrong and mumbled something about pressure. Off the bus went again until it finally gave up by the Valladolid dike. Luckily, another red bus was on its way and wait was not necessary.
To watch out for: red bus numbers 8 and 28 - quite old; retirable :)
It's still the bus of choice as long as there is no hurry to be somewhere. There are a lot of buses to choose from to those who can wait :)
(my kennel is growing. it's three dogs and a cat no more so blog name is back to original)
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