A typical scene on any day at the bus stop outside National Museum in the 1980s Singapore.
This is the kind of bus stop I see whenever I need to take a bus to my Grandma’s place in AMK then. I think she stayed in Blk 203 if not remembered wrongly as our blk no was digits apart. Bus rides in the 80s were torturous I would say.
First, there’s too much wind that will slap on my face for the nearly 2 hours endurance ride from Woodlands to AMK, any attempt to close the window will make it stuffy in the bus and yes, those bus windows are usually stuck at a certain height and not easy to open or close!
Secondly, there always a kind of smell that is only in the bus and with the addition of air pollution, I always nearly puke by the end of the bus ride. .
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