I finished my eight hours of digging at 2:30, quite ready to start the trip home. To my dismay some 25 people were standing in the sun at my bus stop next to their bus, which had just broken down. It was 32C in the shade, of which there was none.
When the next bus came it was already full, but somehow all the stranded passengers managed to squeeze inside. Except me. I preferred to hang around and watch as the Egged repair bus arrived and the two mechanics started working on the dead bus. They really wondered what this fool was doing taking pictures. I was secretly hoping the red bus would have to tow the green one. That would have been a dramatic photo.