A Delight and an Awful Transport Experience!

Last Monday, we looked at Paul Theroux's short story called " Subterranean Gothic " which the author demonstrates his experience about a Subway, so this is my turn to write about some of my transports experience which are focused on airplane and double decker bus.

Firstly, traveling by airplane is one of the best experience that I had. I used to travel several times outside my country. I traveled to Indonesia two times, Malaysia four times and Morocco once. I can remember that I had been arguing with my older brother to sit near the window. In the plane, I never slept once, because I believe that every trip has its new inspiration and excitement even if it's take a long period of time to reach our destination.

I had more fun when I took some photos and write small notes about my feelings for instance, the time when a plane is beginning to leave the ground, when we faced a turbulence and when the aircraft landing. During these times I imagine that I'm riding a roller coaster, as the flight ends the roller coaster finishes its turn. >> one of my next posts hopefully, I'll write about my last traveling by airplane in more details.

Secondly, here in the UK specifically, Nottingham, I have my newest experience going on a double decker bus. Formerly, I saw lots of double decker bus on some programs and wondered if I could going on it once. Now, I use to ride it several times more than I wish. Nearly all the times I sit upstairs even if there are seats available downstairs. I do that by reason of a view which is relaxed and comfort me. However, last term, after I finished my last class, I went to the bus stop waiting for a bus. I was too tired and dizzy, and finally the bus arrive. I was holding my mobile talking to one of my friend in Saudi Arabia, I put my card in front the small machine then before I have a seat the driver called me:


" Come here, please " " Show me your card "
I showed it him hiding my picture.


" No, show me your picture "
" Sorry, but why? "
" Just give me your card " 


Then I think back to what I heard from one of my friends when she told me about a same situation that happened to her when a bus driver asked her to remove her veil so he can make sure it's her card.


" Sorry, I can't... "
" Then I can't let you go in "
" Ok, it's not problem "
Then I left the bus.


When I left, another bus stopped at the back of the former. While I was walking the awful driver who asked me to leave started to look at me with a hateful expression on his face. I could not found any reason for his attitude, maybe he does not like women who cover there faces. Well, really I do not care about any one who do not respect others personal freedom. To do what I want, when I want, that doesn't hurt anyone is the important thing, this is my personal freedom, what do you think?