My commute, as well as my neighborhood has changed since the last school year. I no longer have to endure too much time on crowded buses, going to a part of town I don’t like. I live in a more working class neighborhood. The neighbors are a lot more friendly, the trees are bigger, and the motorbikes more plentiful.
I also have a fairly easy walk to work. If I take the shortest route, I go past the neighboring middle school. Since I need to be at my school at , and the middle school students need to be at school at , I get to negotiate the scrum at the front gate. Hundreds of kids are funneling in, along with the requisite cars and motorbikes. The streets are narrow, and crossing can best be described as “cheating death”. This is because of my dear friends, the motorbike taxi douchebag dicks, are going full throttle through the crowds, using pedestrians as slalom poles, and swerving to whatever path appears to be open at the moment. This includes sidewalks and the opposing lanes. They deposit their precious cargo of adolescents, then zoom back out for another load, piercing horns blaring.
Many cities have outlawed these guys as well as all motorbikes, but you won’t see that happen here anytime soon, I think. The local police are not exactly the hardest working force on the planet, and traffic here is pretty much self regulating, just like Wall Street, Big Banks, or Congress.
I try to avoid this microcosm of the American Legislative Branch, and take a longer more scenic route to work, 0ne that involves only 2
brushes with death street crossings. It takes my through beautiful , which adjoins our school. It’s a steamy jungle this time of year, which I enjoy, even when it causes sweat to drip from my nose. Haibin Park
This is the street I live on. It's a Sunday morning. Normally it's very crowded and the sidewalks are full of vendors and overflow merchandise from the shops.
I walk down this street.
Hey, look Graffiti!
I cross here...
And if I don't get hit, I'm viewing Haibin Park!