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…and this is how I ended up on a bus, going to Spain with 50 Animal Activists. I had quite a weird thought; I was probably the only one on this bus who had actually considered running with the bulls (in Pamplona) this year - it suddenly struck me for the first time in my life I was probably the most Right Wing person on this bus with the exception of the driver. Because some things in life remain a constant: the driver is always the most Right Wing person on any bus, no its true… at the beginning of the day when everyone is together whoever is the most Right Wing person on the bus is designated driver, he stays in that seat until someone more Right Wing gets on, expresses an option he finds just too extreme for him, then he gives up his seat. Anyone who remains in that seat to raise sufficient funds is then given a taxicab. No… that is how it works…

⌊ Richard Herring

I’ve talked about busses before. Maybe I only drafted the post - I can’t find it in “Search”, maybe it’ll show up in “Related Entries” (how sweet is that Plugin?). I’m just posting because I love staring at my pretty blog and, bah…

I don’t have much time for busses; Billy tells my in Nepal (pronounced Nip-hall - for first time visitors, Nip-Al from there on) the busses are a free for all affair (when it comes to seating) people cling dare-devil style to the back or dangle limbs, animals or small children from a luggage rack that doubles as al-fresco seating up top. British busses have a similar al-fresco theme; the seating is fine. Its the humour that is missing… there is only resentment. This ride cost me ?Ǭ£6. But hey, I blogged it and listened to that crazy Richard Herring (when I say crazy, I do mean mentally ill).