My little red trolly to be exact. And a journey that is both old and new.
Since last I posted my base office has changed and I am now officially based back at the office I left in 2007.
So today was the first day back there, a single bus journey (once I have walked to the bus stop of course, no change there) on what I used to call the little bus. Ah what a delight it would have been if it still ran on the old route and served the stop just outside my door.
Here is my trolly squeezed in on the bus.
And the view of the bus station from the bus, we got to get on and have a nice sit before the journey started (exactly on time I should point out).
It was dark on the journey in and some of the pretty views on the way were not visible, it was nicely light by the time I arrived at the destination bus station.
And with a little time to explore and see all the changes that have occurred since last I visited this city.
There are little scooters...
Buildings I was familiar with have gone, others have appeared, some streets are pedestrianised.
It was both interesting and disorientating.
The same can be said of being back in the office, it was to repeat the title of a previous post, the same yet different.
Taking a slightly different route back to the bus station I noticed that in some of the buildings that were unchanged the occupancy had.
Back at the Bus Station (or more properly interchange)
Bum perches rather than seats, and the wind blows through with glee.
And still with the red trolly and off home in daylight so I could see the sea, quite choppy and grey but still nice to see.
and past a light house (hard to see)
and a famous sculpture, equally hard to see here.
And then more road, and yes the intense desire for a nap..and home in the twilight.
