Quito has a good public transport system. Well at least you can say it’s comprehensive. But like any city at peak time, the public transport system is crammed.
The first weekend I am here, Michael and I take the bus from Perucho to Quito and hit peak time on the buses. I have made the fatal mistake of bringing my large rucksack with me. My heart sinks when I see that we have to get another bus. I enter and am left standing in the aisle unable to take off my bag or turn round. I am wedged. At the next stop I have the opportunity to lower it to the floor. More and more people enter the bus which already only has standing room at least. It however, occurs to me as more people squeeze up against me however will I get off the bus? To observe is to learn. I watch people getting off the bus. The method could be named ‘barging’. I therefore barge through the people that are wedged in the aisle, recklessly with very un-English abandon, one stop in anticipation of getting off the bus. People aren’t happy but it’s common practice.
Someone has still yet to explain to me why people will sit in the seat closest to the aisle first. When you go to get in the seat next to them they do not shift closer to the window, nor do they get up to let you in, they make you squeeze past them. I find this, above so many other petty things, incredibly irritating. Seconded by people blatantly and outrageously queue jumping…ooo it’s makes me mad!!
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