Erm, save for the comment that I had an excellent time, I’m gonna leave writing about my actual trip(s) to Manly for another time, and instead relate what happened on the trip home last night.

After a pretty uneventful ferry ride, I jumped on a bus at Circular Quay, only to be told by the driver that I should get on the bus behind, as this one would take longer to get to my destination (Broadway). This is despite all buses going the same route down George St, and a number of people getting on before me, no questions asked. Still, I was in a particularly relaxed mood, and just shrugged and got on the bus behind, thinking no more of it.

But when I was buying my ticket on the next bus, the driver (with a cool L.Am. accent) asked me if I’d tried to get on the bus in front. I answered in the affirmative, and he went on to tell me that there was a driver that had been refusing entry to some passengers. Strange. As we went past the other bus, my driver stopped our bus and stared into the other bus for a while, before turning around and saying to me “yes, that is the driver that is refusing entry to passengers”, or something along those lines. A little surreal, and I found the whole thing odd, but such is life.

A bit further down George St, the driver had to answer a call from the depot, so he pulled over, stood up and apologised profusely to the entire bus, saying that he had to wait, and we’d be going again soon. This happened once more further down the street, too. After finishing, he said “we will now resume normal scheduling, sorry for any inconvenience”, or something strange like that.

This was probably enough excitement for one bus ride to keep me content for some time, but no! The bus driver had even more in him! Down the dodgy (south) end of town, he stood up and announced matter-of-factly: “There is a man lying unconscious on the street, I am going to make sure he is okay. Sorry, I won’t be long”, and promptly got off the bus and woke the guy up (just some drunk backpacker or something asleep on the pavement, no biggie). He apologised again when he got back on the bus, and the rest of the trip was spent in relative peace.

So, maybe you can see why I included this as a separate entity? It was kind of long, I apologise if it wasn’t exciting enough for your taste buds. But yeah, I will maybe write about the other stuff lately (some of it needs further pondering beforehand). For those of you who are horribly impatient and keep nagging me (read: Steve), here is a quick summary: Lexie and I went to the beach, wandered around Manly, and went out for dinner, and it was super fun! Happy?