The roads here are more cutthroat than NASCAR. The micro
(bus) drivers have a reckless adherence to never coming to a complete stop on
their route. It’s a constant race to hustle customers, exchange tickets for
money, and evade pedestrians/stray dogs/missing pieces of road/other cars, all
while shifting manually with one hand and perpetually leaning on the horn with
the other. I'm pretty sure that the micros here were the inspiration for
J.K. Rowling’s Knight bus (based on their flexibility in driving both on roads
and sidewalks). For the more nomadic partygoers, some micros also transform at
sundown into blacklight-illuminated discotecas, although it’s definitely an ab workout
trying to stay in your seat as both people and their baggage are tossed in your
face with each jolt. Somehow though, naturals at micro transit exist: the fearless girls applying mascara while
rattling around corners at 70 km/hr. For a smoother ride, there’s the metro
system as well, where we're often joined for a few stops by "musicians" (mostly high school rappers and vagabond recorder-players, but there are a few legitimate guitar-riff
slayers). The metro is also "street-dog approved" by the few perritos that slink on, maybe to avoid other dog-gang territory?
No comments:
Post a Comment