transport malta (part 2)Who would have known that I would write another blog about Malta's Public Transport so early? Two weeks ago I knew that it would be interesting to create a saga about the adventures Transport Malta gives me daily both positive, negative and entertaining! This week so far has been filled with activities. Last week's blog entry was about art supplies and stipends and me complaining about how we don't get enough money to afford buying media for our education. Since I chose that subject last week, I didn't mention an episode the Public Transport cause me at school, (I'm starting to notice that the majority of my blog entries are of me complaining and trying to find solutions. Schon is becoming my idol!) On Thursday, I start school at 8.00 a.m. therefore as always I set my alarm at 5.30 a.m. I woke up and followed the same routine; coffee, crackers, bread and out. I arrived at the bus stop at the usual time, 6.10 a.m. I waited for the bus that usually passes at 6.22 a.m. The bus didn't show up. I obviously started to panic. 6.30 a.m. no bus in sight, I panicked more. 6.37 a.m. the bus finally arrived. I arrived in Valletta at 7.30 a.m. I usually arrive around 7.10 in Valletta meaning that I obviously was going to arrive around 15 minutes late. I caught another bus from Valletta and arrived at school at 8.20 a.m. The lecturer told me that it has already been the second time I arrived late (this isn't true it was my first time but I don't like arguing with teachers since I respect their authority). The bus arriving late naturally changed my mood from good to bad and the teacher pointing out that I was late made it from bad to worse. Long story short I sorted things out with the lecturer and explained myself why I was late and all was good. From then on wards, I am leaving my house earlier to catch the second earliest bus route and thank the heavens I'm arriving on time! To close off this blog I would like to end it with an entertaining episode. Yesterday, after I finished school I arrived at Valletta as usual to catch a bus back home. I walked to the Marsaskala bus terminus and saw a good number of people waiting. This meant that; either a bus left earlier, the bus was full-up or the bus didn't show up. From the peoples' complains, I figured out that the bus still hadn't shown up. I unfortunately lost my headphones so the previous two weeks and a half have been very painful for me since I have to listen to the bus' ambiance during routes and outside on the bus stop. When a bus arrived and parked, the driver remained with the doors closed and got out of the seat meaning that the driver was going to change. People started shouting and complaining, making the Italian Driver feel very uncomfortable even though she told us that she finished. Then another Marsaskala bus arrived and some people went inside but still a good bunch of people remained waiting for the other bus, (including myself). I watched silently as another driver approached the Italian Woman and asked her sternly to move her bus so he could take the rest of the people. Then I don't know how, an old guy was swearing in Maltese to another Bus inspector and they were going to literally fight each other but the old man started everything and the inspector was just defending himself. Another inspector had to separate the fight. Nice way to invite tourists to come to Malta. We got on the bus and then in Floriana we noticed that the same bus number left therefore there were 2 buses with the same route. When we almost arrived in Marsaskala, our bus driver stopped next to the other bus with the same route number and was shouting at the top of his lungs, "YOU WANNA REPORT ME?! REPORT ME **** WHAT DID YOU SAY?" and he got down from the bus did something and got back on the bus and before he drove off he said "*******" From these incidents, I don't know if I should say I'm proud to be Maltese because we do know how to keep an audience entertained or I feel ashamed that I'm Maltese because we don't have any etiquette towards one another.
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AuthorClaire Farrugia Archives
April 2017
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