HK Bus tales

Sitting on a bus in HK. The whole bus seemed absorbed into their phones, tablets and worlds of their own.

My mind wrestles with the rules that prohibit us to drink our ever cooling coffee that sits in the brown pacific coffee bag, the 45 minute journey to Central and the absence of eye contact.

My friend David from northern Uganda would tell me tales of epic bus journeys in Africa where by everyone is passing around food, drink, sharing stories and tales. He remarked these trips are greatly enjoyable.

I turned to my friend and start a conversation to keep our minds off the coffee.