The bus, bound to my province, would leave in half an hour. It was only one train-ride away. I was assuming the simplicity of the situation. But, the series of events had denied me of it.
First, I had to endure the long wait in the line just to get the train tickets.That was level one difficulty. Second, I had to strengthen myself for a man was desperately shouting that he was robbed and the suspect was running away. My knees was trembling and I was not in any way ready for action. My bag was heavy on my back, not to mention I only had two and a half hours of sleep. I had to fight my nervousness so I cling tightly to my companion. That was level two. Then, level three. It was a wrong move to ride among men! I thought I was lucky to avoid being pushed and hit by aggressive women on the other line. But, then I was wrong. I forgot that in men's section , it was a lot worse. Yes, men don't squeezed each other nor you could see them bumping their bodies with another. The sad part was that men don't need to fight over. They simply had to strengthen and flexed their muscles like creating an armor around themselves to avoid being crushed. That left me, defenseless. I was the weakest being on that section. I was bumping and being squeezed into their tight offense. I would survive though, if only I was a few more distance from the guy who smelled like sweat dried and tendered by the sun. I hold on tightly to my companion. And tried not to breathe. My clothes was wet from the mixture of my own perspiration and who knows who. I tried to bear with it. It was two more station before I reached my destination. By the last station, the train became looser but, I had to stepped out then.
First, I had to endure the long wait in the line just to get the train tickets.That was level one difficulty. Second, I had to strengthen myself for a man was desperately shouting that he was robbed and the suspect was running away. My knees was trembling and I was not in any way ready for action. My bag was heavy on my back, not to mention I only had two and a half hours of sleep. I had to fight my nervousness so I cling tightly to my companion. That was level two. Then, level three. It was a wrong move to ride among men! I thought I was lucky to avoid being pushed and hit by aggressive women on the other line. But, then I was wrong. I forgot that in men's section , it was a lot worse. Yes, men don't squeezed each other nor you could see them bumping their bodies with another. The sad part was that men don't need to fight over. They simply had to strengthen and flexed their muscles like creating an armor around themselves to avoid being crushed. That left me, defenseless. I was the weakest being on that section. I was bumping and being squeezed into their tight offense. I would survive though, if only I was a few more distance from the guy who smelled like sweat dried and tendered by the sun. I hold on tightly to my companion. And tried not to breathe. My clothes was wet from the mixture of my own perspiration and who knows who. I tried to bear with it. It was two more station before I reached my destination. By the last station, the train became looser but, I had to stepped out then.
I raced towards the terminal. I was a minute away before my departure. Level four. I was unfortunately reserved on a bus which happens to be either non-existent or suspended. I failed to confirm. Everything from then on became blurry to my senses. I could have engaged into a heated discussion but I won't and I can't. It was already tough for me. So, I decided to quietly go home and to get a enough sleep. I rescheduled my trip for the next two weeks to come. And I probably will work on with some muscles for the next tough ride on the train!
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| I thank the person who fought beside me XD |
This is one of my most memorable ride on the train because it was literally, a bone-crashing experience. I hope you like my illustration!
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