On Wednesday, I went to Belfast; for a meeting. It all began driving to a local park-and-ride, waiting almost an hour for the next bus to the City. While I was waiting, a Gang of Young Women were there; for a night on the tiles. During the bus journey, they began to talk casually about friends being in Dubai and Doha. And me lucky to get to Portrush for the day.
Also, the bus' ticket machine didn't work; satellite issue. So, I had to wait until getting to Grand Central Station; in order to pay. Just when the driver was about to get in the bay, to stop, two African women were having a chat, after getting off the bus to the driver's right, blocking the bay. I was about to explode, after waiting so long.
The traffic, there, was awkward. A lot of people aren't used to the new road layout in the city. A lot of drivers, looking to turn out of a side road, block the path of oncoming Metro buses. Rush hour is a bone of contention, but it isn't New York; just yet.
At Great Victoria Street, I got a 7A Metro bus to Ormeau Road. On the bus, a guy was talking to his Japanese Girlfriend (assumingly) about Harry Potter, The Smiths and The Simpsons. That gave me a, certain, sense of relief in humanity. I managed to avoid the times when the kids come back, from school. The bus being so late, to Belfast, was a blessing; in that way.
Before my meeting, I stopped at First Avenue Café; for dinner. Good Indie Music, in the background, but dear. Two Beef Sausage Rolls, and a San Pellegrino Fruit Juice, was £11.
After the meeting, I got a lift back to Grand Central Station just in time for the following bus; for me. Plus, I didn't miss the cut; for the bus capacity. It all worked out.