I am relatively organised with my things and nothing drops on the ground. I move to the back of the bus and ride the open platform. I step off when the bus comes to a complete stop, though I cannot see the bus stop. I assume I am close and get off anyway, looking out for traffic and bikes to my left just in case. I see there are two other buses in front at the bus stop and that is why I couldn’t see the stop. I walk to the bus stop and when I get there I see there is some sort of event taking place.

Two police are standing in the door of a bus talking with the driver and a passenger. Their conversation is causing a standstill for three buses. The driver of the second bus gets out to find out what is happening. The drivers of the closed buses leave the doors open for passengers enabling freedom for those wanting to get off and walk to the bus stop or swap buses.

It is difficult to tell what was happening with the police but it keeps the buses waiting. This is turn extends the space of the bus stop from the immediate radius in front of it to about 40 meters down the street.

When another No.73 approached, I couldn’t decide if it might wait to get closer or stop three bus lengths away. Some people near me ran to it, I hesitated and then followed them. Only a handful of people made it onto the bus before it pulled away. The rest of us walked back to the curb, mentally preparing for the next one. The next time a No.73 approached I was already half way to it before it even stopped and jumped on. At the platform I watched other people not so luckly walking back to the curb.