Another Day Another Dolla-Dolla

Okay this one's an older story but it's one of the first things that happened to me when I first got here. I was helping teach English and Math to some of the kids (yes I know I'm not fit to teach either but this was low level math and english), and mer some very nice german teachers and a british couple who had just gotten engaged their names where Nike and Emma. We all got to talking and one of the german teachers invited us to go play vollyball with them that night, we accepted this invite as none of us had done anything simi-normal sence going to Africa. We waited until around 4pm and then headed for the street to catch the Dolla-Dolla, it's kind of like our buses back home but about the size of a mini-van but it only cost 250 shillings (about 25 cents). So we hailed down one of the dolla-dollas and found that it was extremely packed that day, I'm talking P-A-C-K-E-D, Pac-Man couldn't have made it anymore packed. So we all crammed in, Mike and I got to stand on the thing like very awkward Tetris pieces who didn't know their place in the game. We laughed and just went about our way. Along the way however we picked up even more people, a mother and her baby, a man and his suitcases, a boy and his bag of rice, we where lucky though the one next to us had a boy and his goat get on their bus.

So now we're even more crammed, so much that I had to tilt my head in on direction and stick with it. My opinions were as follows; Mike's Armpit, a stranger's bottom, Mike's bottom, or Emma. So I picked turning my head to Emma and talking to her...at least until the mother dropped her top and started breastfeeding like it was no biggy (and here it's not considered that big of a deal to do that sort of thing here. however if you show your shoulder as a women it means your looking for things...go figure crazy place) So my next choice was to pick Mike's Armpit, over which we had a great conversation about our favourite deodorants, turns out we both like and use Old Spice Mountain Rush. Both of us felt sorrier for Emma, she happened to have one of the mothers breast resting right on her arm for about 35 minutes not that we saw firsthand of course, Mike's face was admiring the metal roof while my face was stuck in his armpit and very grateful that he was wearing some pitstick.
She however felt the over powering need to explain the whole ordeal in great detail once the ride was over. When it was over we counted all the people and it was 31 people, 31 in the bus which is the sign of a mini-van. Think about that night time you want to complain about Ottawas bus system.