You’d be excused for thinking that a country with a total population ~318,000 would be heaven for a commuter that drives a car. Indeed it was a treat by comparison the last time I was there in 2008 but it has its moments and if your schedule isn’t ideal it would be just as frustrating as anywhere. It does get a lot worse in the tragic jams of other places but you still learn to hate it.
The buses aren’t a bad alternative considering they are clean and have WiFI. They are a bit expensive and share the same roads however but if you’ve seen the price of fuel you’ll not think about it much.
I’m an asteroid or an alien flying in to the solar system. Wouldn’t I just as likely see Earth one way as the other?
A +2C/+35F partly to mostly cloudy late morning.
It is a perfect cold day, the wind and temperature stings just enough to make you aware of the space beyond yourself. I am not cold but I know how close I could be. I am aware that I might not be here at all except by dumb luck. And the sacrifice of people I’ll never know. And most sadly, some of the faces I see before me now won’t be here next year. They will have sacrificed and I will be here again to remember them and to thank them, wherever they are. And they will never grow old.
Taps began to play at 10:58. Everything else goes silent. Only the breeze and a single trumpet can be heard. And then at the eleventh hour, not even the wind makes a sound.
At that moment a freight train rolled through the village. For the full two minutes of silence the only sound was the undeniable melody of train moving at a constant rhythm. Finally the sound fades off in distance and time. And then, the single trumpet sings again.
Suddenly the sun came out from its heavy cloud cover.
Thank you soldier. Lest We Forget.