Public transport bus service

do not automatical- ly think of school bus drivers. A hero is defined as “a person who is admired or idealized for courage, outstanding achievements, or noble quali- ties.” Similarly, an old proverb states, “A hero is a man who is afraid to run away.” Here are just few examples of Florida school bus drivers who didn’t “run away.” • Students in Boca Raton credit their school bus driver with saving their lives, as she was able to safely stop her bus on a busy street following a brake…

house and it was taking a while. She lived well south of San Francisco and it was a weekend so the trains weren’t running. Instead you had to go to the station and a take a bus but the bus didn’t stop at every station and I had been at the wrong depot so I had to take a bus just to get to the place where I caught the bus and that bus didn’t come for half an hour so I sat on the long pews with the other passengers and waited for my ride home. I only saw my girlfriend maybe once a week because…

frustrating days in my life, we aren’t that family that has the whole getting to the bus stop on time, and being used to peregrinating with the “yellow school bus” to school. So the night afore we had to pack our book bags and pick out habiliments, get yare with lunch and breakfast all that jazz. Mind you, I have never caught the “yellow school bus” afore, I’ve aurally perceived lots of stories about how the bus drivers are conventionally mean, and the seats have slimy-icky purple and greenish…

Initially, this seems to be a story of two single people traveling abroad in Spain. The main characters comprised of what seemed to be, an America gentleman and a young lady from America or England. The setting consists of the couple sitting outside a bar in a train station in Spain. What makes this story so enduring is the fact that it is a coming of age tale. During the course of waiting for the train, the young women grows from a naïve girl into a woman, fully in charge of her destiny.…

The 51 bus moves slowly, rumbling wearily down the road, huffing and puffing like my old Grandpa. I don't care. Its a beautiful morning- dappled sunlight streak through the leaves of the Puriri that line the road on either side, and a cloudless sky rolls overhead. I lean against the dirty window, gazing up at the large blue expanse. It blows my mind, because I feel as though there is too much beauty in that beautiful blue oblivion, endless and overwhelming. I love her, I know. Old, worn out…

location of the bus as the sun was on its daily rise. The feeling of tiredness was not present due to the overwhelming feeling of excitement. The moment was finally here. When we arrived, everything seemed to move slower, but I soon realized it was the anticipation and caffeine that kept me from falling asleep. We took my sleeping bag, my bag of clothes, and my backpack out of the trunk. My father and my sister, Stephanie, were there to goodbye and as I was heading on the bus my dad handed me…

1. Introduction Walking is the oldest form of urban transport, and until the advent of major transformations in transport technology in the nineteenth century, most cities were structured in ways that supported walkability (Newman and Kenworthy 1999). As individual private car transport became widespread during the twentieth century, public transport and urban walkability became less apparent as major priorities of transport planning and urban design. As concern for future urban sustainability…

groups: the college students, the service workers, and the elderly folk. Usually these three groups roam in isolated circles from each other, they never really interact. My initial thoughts going into the project were that I wanted to zone in on the specific actions of service workers and a William and Mary student towards each other on the bus. What was of interest to me, was the unique society that is derived from riding a bus; the public bus even though it is a public space, creates its own…

My gender norm violations were to do the casual norms of men, I committed to walking down the street whistling and “catcalling” toward men, mansitting on the bus, open doors for my male coworkers, disregard manners in a restaurant and offer a man a drink. When I enacted my first violation which I mentioned was walking down the street whistling and “catcalling”, I was with my friend and we did this in my city in a very populated area. We began in the evening, my friend also gladly accepted to not…

“Tu kothe jata ahesa”? Travel brokers inquired us as we reached to the sevagi nagar bus depot. Kalpesh More avoided them and took us directly into the station and checked for a bus leaving to Nashik. We got into a dusty but well seated bus and loaded are luggage on to the shelf. While relaxing till the bus leaves my mind started wondering in curiosity about my first journey out of Pune city. It was a sudden invitation by Kalpesh to myself and eranda to participate in his cousin sister’s wedding…