Today I rode the Tram. I had the time. I had the patience. It was a nice day and not too hot. And...my destination was directly on the tram route.
I confess it's not my favourite mode of transport here but if you're not in a rush, and feel you can cope with a bit of a bumpy ride, lots of road noise and plenty of squishing, then it can be fun...just another experience to be had really.
As I jumped on I was pleased to see an empty space on the bench which I filled and promptly turned my gaze out of the window; partly to observe the bustling Sunday activity and partly to keep track of where we were going as I didn't want to miss my stop. All of a sudden I felt a sharp finger poking my arm...several times in fact....I look around, a little old lady is still poking me and babbling away in (I assume!) cantonese...I don't know a word I'm ashamed to say (oh, apart from how to say my address in case the taxi driver doesn't speak english!) but I got the gist from all the poking that she wanted me to budge up..make space, so that she could sit down. For the first time it didn't feel rude to me...I must be getting acclimated at last!
It must be time to go home soon!
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