All about: bus

Vooroordelen
Ik houd van de korte gesprekken in terminals en stations. Het maakt reizen prikkelender, wereldser, universeler. En het is een ideale afleiding van de egotrip die zich, verhuld als minderwaardigheidscomplex, bij mij aandient wanneer ik alleen de openbaar vervoersnetwerken navigeer. In de busterminal in Oost-Seoul hoorde ik, toen ik een zitplek zocht om mijn seasons-greetings-sandwich ...
Os mâos de Deu
"Doe maar drie Euro" zei de Lissabonse buschauffeur terwijl hij met zijn handen een gebaar maakte dat we konden doorlopen. De kaartjesmachine ratelde niet. Ik vroeg hem hoe ik het beste naar het vliegveld kon komen. De buschauffeur haalde zijn schouders op. "Je kunt overstappen op een andere bus, maar die maakt wel een omweg." ...
June 10. This is a big city.
The bus penetrates Mexico city profoundly. I can walk up to the central square (Zocalo) where the cathedral and the government palace are facing each other. I'll do that tomorrow. First let me arrive in this city, so tenderly called "Deye Effe" by its twenty-one million inhabitants. The bus is parking, I get out, strap ...
May 26. To Leon, to Leon…
In the middle of the night, I can't stand it anymore. The mosquitos, that had shown their nasty presence as tactile fury yet had remained invisible to my eyes, got me jumping out of the bed and into the television room. My feet recover quickly and I perceive of the Irish guy that hangs on ...
March 3. Ride to Patagonia.
We took a bus to Bariloche, a small town in the southern Andes that attracts many tourists. The bus ride was about 20 hours and really comfortable. By any measure, bus service in Argentina is superior. To Bariloche, there was only one bus a day and we had to wait until four. There
was a ...
February 22-23. The womb of the Carnival.
Total detachment is a crying freedom. The days are so hot that the hammock catches the odour of its sleeper and you have to use chalk powder and shake it real hard. In the morning, we went to a bloco (a street parade with drumming and dancing). The drums had a lot of energy. These ...
January 29. In the Countryside.
The breakfast Andre offered me was very good. Especially the strong Portugese cheese called "Queijo da serra" was delicious. Go try that, dear reader, when you are in Portugal. Andre brought me to the bus station, where I bought my ticket to Oliveira do Hospital, a small city in the middle of the country. Then ...