Digital Journey

I must know, but I daren’t ask!

He is dressed all in black, broad shoulders, heavy build. His skin is tanned dark and thick fuzzy black sideburns extend from a dense head of black dreads that hang no lower then his ears. His feet are planted firmly on the floor and he stares intently forward, the front window absorbing his concentration like a giant video screen.

Then, suddenly, as the bus slows up, he whips out a compact digital camera, holds it out a foot in front of his face (in that slightly awkward manner so typical of digital camera users) and shoots. In an instant he has captured the view ahead in his little silver gadget – this familiar scene of Oxford Road converted into a million ones and zeros. Then the camera is gone, hidden somewhere within his black coat.

Only, as we pull into the next bus stop, the same thing happens again! And again, and again, all the way to Northenden. And I would absolutely love to know why. Who (apart from me) would take this much interest in the 43 bus route? But I daren’t ask.