I'm standing on the platform at Plumstead train station - scared and excited. I haven't travelled by Metrorail service since July 2010, and I wasn't alone then!
The first thing that I notice is how full the carriage is at 12h30, midweek. It looks like a peak hour. It would seem that students are travelling in to the various campuses only as their schedule dictates as opposed to arriving there first thing in the morning and leaving at the end of the day - like we did in the old days... Although, I can't explain what all the other people are doing on the train at that time!
There is no shortage of musicians and singers on offer, with instruments ranging from tambourines to suspended keyboards. And they find enough space to perform from too!
The 3rd class carriage is my seat of choice. The seating plan of this carriage allows for more curious observation - like the people who still offer up their seats to pregnant ladies to elderly passengers. Who knew that still happened? But something to behold!
The gun-wielding officers at Salt River station have me worried... Am I in danger? Without thinking about it much, I forgot about wearing earrings or anything 'extra' on the day and sat clutching my hand bag, covering my wedding finger, daring not to reach for my silent tone phone.
This is my experience of public transport.
The first thing that I notice is how full the carriage is at 12h30, midweek. It looks like a peak hour. It would seem that students are travelling in to the various campuses only as their schedule dictates as opposed to arriving there first thing in the morning and leaving at the end of the day - like we did in the old days... Although, I can't explain what all the other people are doing on the train at that time!
There is no shortage of musicians and singers on offer, with instruments ranging from tambourines to suspended keyboards. And they find enough space to perform from too!
The 3rd class carriage is my seat of choice. The seating plan of this carriage allows for more curious observation - like the people who still offer up their seats to pregnant ladies to elderly passengers. Who knew that still happened? But something to behold!
The gun-wielding officers at Salt River station have me worried... Am I in danger? Without thinking about it much, I forgot about wearing earrings or anything 'extra' on the day and sat clutching my hand bag, covering my wedding finger, daring not to reach for my silent tone phone.
This is my experience of public transport.
glad you enjoyed the train ride!
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