Why is it that most bus terminals are designed like concrete intestines? They have a distinctive colon-like appearance, and are tucked into the centre of a city and covered by the skin of a decrepit shopping centre, or simply an ugly wall. You find the mouth of the terminal after much circling and confusion, entering through a concrete pipe that goes around and around and around – deep into the centre of something, until finally you locate your bay. All going well, you come out the other end, transformed!, as a bus passenger.
I have a lot of time to think about such things, because of the sheer amount of hours I am spending on the bus.
