Making people pay to get off is such a clever principle in public transport, I wonder it's not more widespread.
I don't remember the buses in Hiroshima, actually. Perhaps I had got used to them by that time of my travel in Japan. Or I was so utterly overwhelmed by the sheer Hiroshima-ness of Hiroshima that I didn't pay any attention. I remember the youth hostel, and the blaringly annoying way they woke you up in the morning by playing the Blue Danube waltz very loudly through loudspeakers at everybody still asleep at half past eight, and I remember the memorials and the museum and tourists weeping in the dark at the sheer horror of it, and an odd metal relief of oddly transported children at the train station...
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Date: 2011-03-19 04:05 pm (UTC)I don't remember the buses in Hiroshima, actually. Perhaps I had got used to them by that time of my travel in Japan. Or I was so utterly overwhelmed by the sheer Hiroshima-ness of Hiroshima that I didn't pay any attention. I remember the youth hostel, and the blaringly annoying way they woke you up in the morning by playing the Blue Danube waltz very loudly through loudspeakers at everybody still asleep at half past eight, and I remember the memorials and the museum and tourists weeping in the dark at the sheer horror of it, and an odd metal relief of oddly transported children at the train station...