Sitting on a bus, I endure an 11 hour journey, not the worst ever by the way, I can’t complain. I find myself headed back to the city of my child hood, a welcome spectacle that allows me to leave the rural area I now call home for the country’s capital. I arrive at an ungodly hour, how else do you travel a thousand and one hundred kilometers except on a public bus with a driver high on red-bull and fast food – unhealthy much? Anyway, I say my prayers, thanking God for the safe journey and go to ‘bed’, well if sleeping on your hand luggage is ideal then kudos to you (uncomfortable shuffling).
I find a sweet-spot gradually and begin to fall asleep, half consumed by thoughts of things to come and the chatter of the drivers – two by the way, who had swapped like substitutes in a football match halfway through the journey 🙂 Safety first. Big-ups to Power Tools for that one.
In the morning I set out to the rest-room, like any sane human being (which I am despite opposing views from those I shan’t name) only to find it costs TWICE as much to take a piss in the big city. (inter-city bus terminus). The Horror!!
Should I hold it or go behind the next building and do my body’s bidding and risk being arrested after meeting a cop as he takes his piss? One would think the toilets were made of marble and yet still, as I entered, for the fact I had loose change, they were regular.
So to the city with the back-alleys that have become a toilet, REDUCE THE COST OF A BASIC NEED. The last thing we want is another Tunduma situation. More on that Later..