From a bus’ point of view

Sometimes humans are such funny, oddity beings…
I’m on the road with these excentric hippies for over one month now. And still I wonder what to think about them.

On the one hand they seem to have lots of good time in my stomach, they listen to nice music, make me warm from the inside, not only with my gasbottle, but also with their warm and open minds. They make me look pretty nice, they even plan to paint my sad white skin. Usually they don’t make me run to fast, they are not in a hurry, so they go slow and heed my high age - you must know, I’m an old lady, and I’ve done quite a lot in my life…
So well, you see they are not treating me too bad.
On the other hand they trash me out sometimes, they bring me to weird spots, such as this parking place high up in the mountains. When we went up there, they absolutely insisted in climbing in the second gear, which was a bit mad in my eyes..you wouldn’t want to imagine how deep it was going down…I must admit that sometimes they scare me…
Yesterday climbing the Swiss mountains heading to France -me completely out of breath- there were 30 cars behind me-
imagine how I felt, I really started to lose self-confidence about being so slow…
But well, these young people won’t understand that it’s more comfortable from time to time to go via motorway.
Still, their passion for adventure brings advantag for me, too. I have the chance to roll around for a good purpose - they seem to do good job and I like to serve them as hopper…
But please, guys, not always with 10 people in my stomach…weird feelings…

Greetings to Betty, my sisterbus….Brruuuummmmm…

Ludmilla

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