Bounce Magazine November 2015

NOVEMBER NOVEMBER 2015 2015 | ISSUE | ISSUE #37 | #37 TRAVEL
he assured me it was chicken and chips. Suitably
confused I asked how much and when I found
out it would just be a dollar I thought it would be
worth it just to find out.
to pull over, which we duly did. As I look towards
the front I see the large man getting on, it seems
that he missed the bus and has hired a moped to
chase it down … as you do!
I handed over my money and tentatively opened
the bag, half expecting a chick to jump out. What
I discovered inside was awesome, best described
as a chip omelette, fair enough I thought,
chicken and chips isn’t far off. By now it was a
little tepid but I expected to get food poisoning
from everything I ate, so what the hell … It was
delicious.
About an hour later, now just over 2 into the 12
ahead of me as there was honking and a lot of
commotion at the side of the bus. I leant over to
take a look down and saw a rather large man on
the back of a moped frantically waving at the bus
There was the one seat left, he was large, so was
she and I’m on the outside. As he approached
I kept my fingers crossed, looked down and
avoided eye contact at all costs, the old ostrich
technique ... but it didn’t work, he shuffled up and
gestured that it was his seat. I stood up and let
him squeeze in as he swiftly filled up half of my
seat along with his. What was left for me was just
enough for half a cheek.
I wouldn’t describe the ensuing 10 hours the most
comfortable of my life, but that’s for another
month.
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