Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Really Late...

I rushed and rushed to finish work early today. Kasper had an appointment with the specialist at three, so I needed to be done before 2 and I missed the bus this morning, so I did not have a lot of time.

So I was busy. Running around, finished my job then ran to catch the bus at 2:45.

For once the bus was right one time. We travelled along and then we stopped. And we stayed there.

We were surrounded by traffic.

After 20 minutes I asked the bus river what was going on. He said there was a car crash. We waited longer.

Finally the bus continued on its way, at a snails pace. Two lanes were still blocked by police cars and the police appeared to be on coffee break. You know, hanging out, chatting.

There was no sign of a car crash.

I arrived down town at 3:10. Almost an hour and a half after I caught the bus. The ride usually takes between 30-40 minutes, depending on the driver.

I ran to the school, got Kasper and arrived for his appointment half an hour late.

I admit, I am not very happy with this. Why was nothing done to clear the traffic to keep people going? In Edmonton everything would have been rerouted to minimize the disruption to the bus schedule.

I have never been so late or been so bored on a bus.

1 comment:

  1. Marcia1:02 PM

    I guess I have been here long enough to get used to some of the vagaries of life. I know it is very different from living elsewhere and I used to get very impatient with the way some things were handled here in comparison with 'home'. I won't say I don't still get impatient, especially with traffic which keeps getting more and more clogged and slow, but it is the laziness of drivers here that gets to me: they ignore traffic rules and lights, and act like they are the only people on the road. Road rage seems to be increasing, too. When accidents happen here, everything comes to a halt. And the 'cleanup' still amazes me: shards of glass and debris are often left wherever they land until the passage of subsequent traffic crunches them into small pieces that are blown away with the wind. Now that, I find very strange!!!!

    But Iceland is Iceland. The people and the police have their own way of doing things. I guess it is up to us 'new Icelanders' to adapt. But it won't stop us from being amazed into saying/thinking 'what in the world?' once in a while. ;)

    I hope the doctor didn't give you any grief once you got there. Some things are just out of our control. Luckily, well I guess it depends on how you look at it, one usually has to wait once one gets to the doctor's office, so when one is late, one usually is right on time. Weird!!