Busses and trains...

I had the most incredible bus ride of my life last week. As usual, the bus was late and I had already missed my first bus because I was late. When it finally arrived it was about 12h09 and the train that I really needed to catch was at 12h16. I had resigned myself to the idea that I was going to be late to training that started at 14h because the next train was at 13h37 and it takes about an hour to get there. Oh well, right? But low and behold my luck changed. The mysterious looking, bald headed man in the long black tench coat, who got on after I did, must have whispered something magical to the driver because he began to drive faster and more erratically than any other bus driver I've encountered. I don't think I took a single breath while on our way to the train station but I do remember closing my eyes a lot and hearing him tell the passengers not to push the "stop requested" button. "You can catch the stop on the return," he said. He pulled into the station while the train was at the quai, having just driven down a one way road in the opposite direction, and those of us that needed to catch the train sprinted to the train and made it with just seconds to spare. It was truly more exhilarating than a roller coaster.