I have this theory that if it wasn’t for a few basic needs like elimination and procreation, we could easily spend the course of our lifetime on public transportation without ever needing to leave. Allow me to explain:
In Central America, for example, one can be on a bus, (often dubbed “chicken busses”, often filled with people…and sometimes chickens too), and in mere minutes, encounter the following items:
- Food (to be more specific, tortillas, fried goods, chicken (dead), coconut cookies, chips, tamales, etc.)
- Nail clippers
- Valentines Day greeting cards
- Medications of all kinds
In fact, even spiritual needs can be met on these busses. Time and time again, both young and old have willing proselytized and shared His message with me as we meander along dirt roads and through green pastures.
I have received small sheets of paper describing that the the note handed to me is instead of a worse violation: robbery, and if I don’t want to be robbed, than I ought to dole out a few cents. I oblige.
And it’s not just on busses. From a taxi, you can buy a mattress, cashews for a snack, the local paper. You can have your windshield cleaned, and depending on the duration of the stoplight, your whole car too.
On trains, I’ve eaten delicious rice dishes and drunk perfectly-spiced chai.
I know what you’re thinking: but you are sitting the whole time. Au contraire! You should have seen the tabata intervals we did on a train from Mumbai to Karnataka, or the way we do pull-ups on the busses wherever we go. And for an arm workout? I couldn’t begin to tell you the number of babies I’ve held, while travelling to and fro. People seem honored when their children are held… or perhaps relieved. I wonder where those babies are now? Are they traveling by bus, car, train? Might they greet me soon, with the things they carry?