publishing dangerous fictions

Monday, April 26, 2010

rode the bus solo this afternoon, needed some time out with my cousin michelle, went to hiafa which is looking good from my bus window. i asked the bus people at netanya how i could get to keriyat balik and he said jump on the bus to hiafia and change there, which i did. when i got to hiafa bus station, which incedently is lush, i asked, 'which bus? they pointed me in the right direction and i jumped on telling the guy i wanted to go to keriyat balik and showed him my ticket, he nodded his head and said yes, then i sat down and rode the bus, i gazed out the window as we followed the coastline, and on the right the city centre, but i never saw one sign or landmark that indicated keriyat balik. anyways the bus terminated and everyone got off and there was my cousin who said i was in the right spot. however this was not keriyat balik, i had got the wrong address, totally, the wrong town yet there was my cousin standing there. strangest thing ever. how had the bus drivers directed me to a totally inaccurate address and get me to the right spot anyways?
its a strange one?

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