5 minutes in the cupboard
March 3rd 2007 The bus was dirty and old. I sweltered in the heat. My legs sticking to the vinyl seats.
Every window was open but the hot breeze only served to loosen the dirt on the dust enrusted windows and lodge it up your nose or in your mouth.
I consoled myself that the journey was only a couple of hours but after the comparitive luxury of the yacht we had just stepped off it seemed like a cumbersom
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