Elevated eyes can see the throngs of the wheeled machines this morning. Like row of soldiers, though not marching nor moving under the 9 a.m. sun burning.
Feet need not to tiptoe to see the jeepneys, cars, and buses, wearing the colors of the vibrant Philippines, yet tainted with the grey blanket of Manila’s dust and dirt. Honking to complain of the many minutes wasted, as if noise can widen the paved yet narrow road.
After a few steps from the rusted footbridge to the equally rugged jeep destined to be my carrier today, I embarked on my own journey to start the day’s routine. Perhaps, vehicles are armies with different passengers and captains.
Tired rubber wheels screech
against sunbathed, asphalt road,
That statement is from Wikipedia and I guess I would not agree that it is rapid. Rapid refers to something so fast, our train system isn’t fast! (Though it is faster compared to commuting because the EDSA traffic is surely chaotic.)
Nonetheless, I have always been fearful of riding this train because of its often glitches. It has breakdown most of the time and it has crashed into its barrier last year, which left a lot injured!
Riding MRT is truly a fearful journey, but you have to be fearless, because you have no choice.
Second Ride was actually written during an MRT ride yesterday morning. So I guess my creative juices are not exclusive for buses? 😀