Catching buses

This is a bus stop. I think in some places, there is a shelter, and some seats and everything, but here, it must be frontier land, because we get a stick in the ground, beside a four lane highway. It is difficult to get to, and slightly worrisome to stand there, watching cars rush by, hoping you have impressed on your children the importance of staying against the barrier on the side of the road.
The buses are small, about five rows of two by two seats. Not pram accessible, so when we hop on, I am carrying the baby, the stroller, some money, and holding the hand of my older boy. The driver does not take money, you put the correct fare into a little box beside them. It costs $2 for a trip, or you can buy a $4 day pass. Then you shuffle on to the back of the bus, and we three all end up sitting in a row on two seats. I'm usually on the aisle, watching over the cord that is just under the window that you pull to let the driver know you want to hop off. It is very accessible, even to the baby. The pram goes in the aisle.
The buses come once an hour. The happy thing is, we are just near a bus route that is about five mins from the mall. We have not made it to the library yet, because we would have to change buses at the mall (and travel for about 3 hours to get 30 mins in the library!). With this warmer weather, I might consider trying again for the walking route.
When we travel on buses, it is a whole day excursion, and I get home exhausted. I carry a back pack with enough food for everyone, and take all the spare cash for emergencies! I never thought I'd say it, but I miss the buses back home.