poliphilo

There was a time when I was always catching buses and then another time when we had a car and never did and now we don't have a car and I'm catching buses again.

I knew we'd be without a car eventually and was always saying "Wherever we move it needs to be within walking distance of a bus stop."

Last night we rode into town for Death Cafe and then rode back again. We got shaken up a lot- because of the suspension and the grievous state of Eastbourne's roads. Isn't this supposed to be good for the liver?

My late mother-in-law was an expert on buses. She knew the routes and she knew where the stops were. It was one of her favourite topics of conversation.

I love how there are digital displays at the stops to tell you which buses are due and how long they will take.

You see life. On the ride home the bus filled up with school age kids who were talking what I took to be German- or possibly Dutch. Eastbourne may be a sleepy old seaside town but it's wonderfully cosmopolitan. For instance (this is a digression from the subject in hand) one of the people on my table at Death Cafe was a Cameroonian. I don't meet many Africans and Africa contains many nations so what are the odds on the one I do meet being from the same country as Odi? Serendipity, eh? Oh, and while I'm on the subject, Death Cafe meets at a joint run by Italians but the women behind the bar was clearly from somewhere else. Ailz is looking to get a tattoo and asked her where she gets hers done and she said. "Canada." Also another of the people on my table was from California....

Sorry, back to buses.

Ailz has been researching routes. Apparently we could ride all the way to Tunbridge Wells without having to change- not that we'd want to.

We have concessionary passes which means we get our liver therapy for FREE. Isn't that unbelievably wonderful? The mugshot on mine makes me look like I'd be happy to kill you- but equally happy if you killed me- though "happy" isn't quite the right word....