Aussie Bus

Aussie buses are abundant and there are many friendly drivers manning them Down Under. If one encounters problems in locating certain places, ask the driver for assistance and they will likely help you out cheerfully and courteously. I never fail to thank these professionals, believe me.

Occasionally though, one reads in the papers of certain drivers doing something mean - and the jury is out whether it was justified-such as a recent case whereby a woman found much sympathy from the public after her little daughter was thrown out of a bus for being too noisy by the female driver! Unfortunately, the details of this case is hazy for me at the moment due to an unprovoked vicious assault I suffered at the hands of a dishonorably discharged mentally deranged Kiwi soldier with a lengthy record of such aggressiveness in public (No, he had never even seen military action overseas!). Three kung-fu kicks and three karate chops from behind me eventually brought me crashing down in the huge dining room of a 1900-built former hotel with many shocked witnesses looking on, probably thinking it was the shooting of a Jackie Chan kung fu blockbuster. Hell, I felt I was iin a movie when I smashed against a bookcase with a loud
crash.

Frankly, he was out to kill with his martial arts and wrestling background but I recovered fast after forgiving him, thanks to Shaklee, the best natural nutritional supplement in the world! I even managed to mumble a few times, "I forgive him".

On hindsight, I should have declared loudly, showing the V-sign, "Shaklee rules!"

Here's something about a woman, a baby and a bus ...

A woman gets on a bus with her baby. The bus driver says, "That's the ugliest baby that I've ever seen. Ugh!"

The woman goes to the rear of the bus and sits down, fuming. She says to a man next to her: "The driver just insulted me."

The man says, "You go right up there and tell him off, go ahead, I'll hold your monkey for you."

That was supposedly the UK's no. 1 joke!

Day 5: Where was I?

This gorilla was in the jungle. That's the truth. Well, honestly, I was in there for many hours, traveling in a bus or coach as some would say. I arrived in my favorite city, Kuching, Sarawak's state capital.

It was a first trip by slow-actually it wasn't; more about it later-coach. Usually, I went by air and in the old days this meant via MAS. Nowadays, we're talking about Air Asia.

By coincidence, before the Monday tragedy in West Malaysia whereby 20 died, on Sunday night as I was in the coach, I was imagining all along the long journey to Bintulu, Sarikei, Serian and finally Kuching how fragile life was when a person had to sit in a frightfully fast-moving vehicle which was almost like a sealed casket. There wasn't even an emergency exit. The glass window panes were huge and thick. When I looked out I could see deep gorges and ravines on both sides of the bumpy roads. All it needed was a burst tyre (tire) and that was it!

How fast was the bus moving? We left at 8:oo P.M. from the Miri Bus Terminal at Pujut. By 8:18 P.M. we had reached the Miri waterworks station, a place I had once been invited to when it was first declared open by a minister and I was a promising star in a certain political party.

That was an amazing speed for the coach to reach the station as I had just been to Lambir National Park a week earlier. It took me 30 minutes by car, traveling at about 70km/hour from Pujut corner where the station is located.

Briefly, some interesting observations along the way:
A) I didn't see a single animal along the way; in the past, I had seen snakes, a chameleon and monkeys;
B) I saw at least three separate native families bathing and washing clothes in two
separate pools of fresh water and a stream;
C) open burning for padi cultivation was less; only 3 cases of open burning was seen;
D) some parts of the highway were unpleasantly bumpy. A journal of mine fell from my bag which was placed in the baggage compartment above our heads to the floor of the coach;
E) the coach stopped at least 4 times along the way at coffee houses. This allowed everyone to ease themselves or to grab some chow;
F) it was an unpleasant experience in Serian when I answered the call of nature and even though the coach driver had been informed of my visit to the washroom near the Serian Bus station, he almost drove off without me! I heard his coach's horn blow and as I rushed out I could see the coach driving off towards the junction...;
G) the bus companies should always 1) tell all passengers the length of the break and 2) do a head count before leaving a place of rest; other companies did so, as I recall but this particular company didn't do so, except on the way to Miri from Kuching;
H) a cop did a good professional check of ICs at around 11:30 pm after the coach left Bintulu. He was courteous but the 11:30 p.m. time wasn't the most happy time for many as it was bedtime in the vehicle;
I) there were 2 drivers who took turns to drive and to rest. This was a reassuring sight;
J) the large TV set didn't work and the explanation by the company in Kuching was that the set had broken down due to the bumpy roads.
k) I killed at least 8 small hungry roaches which apparently crawled out from the corner compartment which housed the air-conditioning engine. At that time, we were just leaving somewhere past Serian and no one else was sitting in the back row seats.