«traveling with the local bus is much nicer — no aircon and no tourists... the only thing is, you have no clue where to get off.»
In exchange for that you get to smoke on the door step with an open door.
We had an old monk as a travel companion on our bus ride; he mistakened Alexis’ ipod for a cell phone and really wanted to make a phone call. He couldn’t understand that he wouldn’t be able to get any reception.