Franca Ohenhen’s five words:
The girl had no idea where she was. She had bought a bus-ticket through
And now she had been on the tour for two weeks and had decided that if she reached home safe and sound she would not travel for a long time. It was a daytime nightmare. They were 42 passengers altogether, mostly couples and people that seemed to know each other on beforehand. Ok, there were some singles, but singles were of odd numbers, and when they started to find each other, she became the odd number.
Sometimes she tried to read in the bus, but her fellowbussers, if she could use the word fellow about them, were quite a noisy gang. In addition they were quite a thirsty gang.
The girl at least realized she had one thing to do; survive as a loner amidst of a gang of noisy and thirsty people.
From that decision on the tour changed. She had actually after that a giving tour. She gave a good damn shit in what the others did. She occupied a double seat in the bus in the front where nobody wanted to sit. Every evening when they stopped to night-over at a hotel, she carefully studied the next day’s route and brushed up her knowledge about the area they should visit. She completely left behind her the feeling of not knowing where they were. She left that part to the noisy and thirsty gang.
She put great interest in the French history. She enjoyed the visit to
When they reached back and time for parting came, the girl felt sorry for many reasons. Among other she had enjoyed to brush up knowledge. All the passengers lines up to thank the bus-drivers for a splendid and interesting tour. The girl also did so. One of the bus-drivers said he was hired a driver on a safari tour of one month in
The girl nodded.
– to be, she said.