Saturday morning, I had to send Tony off to school and so my usual Saturday morning routine was scuttled.
Previous Saturdays, I was able to wait at the bus stop till a bus came along with available seats, but not this Saturday. I took the first one that came and I had to stand.
Standing on the bus, I got shoved and pushed and jostled and elbowed and kneed and had my feet stepped on and the backpack, that I carried on my back, tugged hither and thither. It was not at all a pleasant experience!
But I did have the sensation of seeing a camel — an animal not native to the Jiangsu province of China. As I stood on the bus, I first saw these two trucks parked along the side of a road near a bus stop. I could see from the crude photo-shopped imagery on their side that the trucks were being used by of some travelling circus troupe. I remembered seeing such a troupe in my wife Jenny’s hometown in the countryside. It was when the bus pulled away from the stop that I saw the camel standing, leashed to a spike that had been hammered into the ground.
Never, I had I seen a camel before on the side of a road. I had previously seen them in a Zoo. But I had something to make a blog entry about!