The Zen of Bus Stops

As today has been the first day for ages that the sun has shown it's face I thought I would do a trial run for my proposed buss-pass tudong, so in true Buddhist form I went to my local bus station with no destination in mind.  I got on the first bus I saw, sat down, and immersed myself in the realisation that I was undertaking a journey with no goal and had the "'tis better to travel than arrive" mantra on my lips.  It took me a while to realise that I was the only one on the bus - and quite a bit longer to notice that there was an "Out Of Service" display on the front of the bus!

The Buddhist bus pass path wasn't meant to be easy so I got on the bus behind it, deliberately not choosing to look at it's destination to see where I would end up, and twenty minutes later I was 5 miles away in Cowes on the northern tip of the Isle of Wight where I live.  

Cowes is usually seen as a kind of yachting nirvana during the first week of August every year.  I went into a local cafe and had a pot of tea but sadly I couldn't conduct a Zimmer Zen tea ceremony as the tea came in a teabag and the staff were not really familiar with Zen protocol.  Such is life.

Stil, all in all, it was an interesting adventure...