Part I & II of winter travel: Seeking for understanding.

Bismillah.

Winter 18/19 travel diary

Part I : A rich driver bus

We arrived at Bath for our final travel destination.  Bath to me is an ancient city, with lots of unspoken historical stories and characterized identity, credit to its famous Roman architecture of Bath Spa, also how it got its name. We bought a day bus pass , where it is only valid to use during the time of purchase till midnight, for £3 per person. 

In contrast to Oxford, where there were 2-3 buses from our Airbnb to the city centre, we had the waiting game all the times for our return bus from the hotel to the city in Bath; urgh with below 5 C to tolerate and the soreness all over my body, carrying the 1.3kg laptop on my back I guess I was a real grumpy back then. 

We were heading to the city after dropping off our luggage at YS hotel. Waiting a bus, Qah was watching an offline Netflix drama on her phone and Wa was scrolling her twitter. I had enough browsing my facebook and suprisingly I hadn't received any notification on my Whatsapp when I needed one. I tried to read something from the online resources -pretending like I had something to do  while waiting. 

The bus arrived after 10-12 mins of waiting, we got on the bus, tapped our ticket code and chose the closest empty seat. I was enjoying the city view from my window when I heard a familiar voice in the bus. 

"aallllahhuuuwaa...."

Nope this is not my imagination, I assured myself.

 I tilted my head forward as I could sense a greater sound waves coming from my front.

Immediately I could trace its source, the driver bus. 

I stared at him for few mins, eavesdropping and noting the ibrah from this coincidence, 

"He is a lucky rich guy."

Took 3 hours to complete our Bath tour

This is the river that source the water for the Bath Spa waterbath

Yep, got the green colour but not a clear green.

Part II: A hardworking stranger on the train

We were taking our train back from Bath to Exeter, with a change at London. That was the end to our travelling journey and I was supposed to take the next day early morning bus back to Nottingham while Qah bought her flight ticket to Malaysia night the same day I left.

Since we were comfortably seated on the table seat, I took out my laptop from a lent Cath Kidston bagpack, thinking I could make the next one hour and half productive at the very least. I had one week left to do my Acoustic and Lighting revision; and an essay submission a day before the paper. Alhamdullilah that I push myself to finish the essay during my one-week staying at my friend's plus few extras polishing on the trip, I could do the revision with ease after the trip.

Next to us, a white guy in his late 20s, took all 4-seats for himself. A stacked of file on his right and his laptop was facing him, with him doing some works on it, at times he walked down the aisle for more than twice, maybe for toilet or taking his fresh air and there was a moment he had his phone for calls and others. 

"Dio kijo dekat rumoh sakit nhs, " Qah spoke to me.

 "Nah, mungkin dio student buke kijo," I couldn't stop myself to argue. We were trying hard enough to ensure we didn't slip any language word in our conversation. We both agreed he had to do with medicine from the title on a massive black file next to him, Surgical XXXX (his name). 

"Buke, dio memei kijo nhs ni aku cari dio dekat carian," she shoved her phone to my face, I raised my eyebrows in disbelief. My friend googled him for real? I rolled my eyes to Qah and shook my head to disagree with her act. But I got goosebumps skimming tru his Linked profile. I scrolled more on google and the deeper I went, the lower my self-esteem crashed. I glanced few times to him to observe his facial, restrained myself from asking him a silly question,

"How many hour do you sleep and play?"