The 62 Bus

Yesterday, standing in the bus stop the most fascinating thing has happened to me. Us. A number 62 bus came. It was destined, according to its sing to end up in Ylikiiminki, which is a place somewhat past Kiiminki about 25 minutes drive from Oulu and its name shows that back in the old days, for Oululainen people anything 'ylikiiminki' meant that it was far enough not to have its own name. Probably Helsinki was called the same. Or Europe or pretty much anything, although this is a speculation, I will have to check the city archives.

Back to the story line, which will require some explanation.

When we were living in Glasgow, to be more precise in the West End, on three separate locations over the years, wherever and whenever in town we took a 62 it took us home. And I am not lying, One only needed to get on the 62 and like magic, you would be home. Until yesterday I never, and I mean never considered the possibility of getting on it going the opposite way to some - to this day for me - specifiably destination with unmemorable name, somewhere East, beyond town. (Ok, Airdrie isn't that hard to remember but it sounds so much better when I say it is)

The 62 is like a magic bus and this thought gave Tobi some ammunition to the following madness:
He started to insist that we must get on the 62, here, in Oulu because it would take us to Victoria Park, West End Glasgow because the 62 is not only like magic but it IS! Victoria Park nowadays is nice. The sun is shining, the daffodils are flowering madly, ducks and swans do their duck and swan things and children playing on the grounds wearing nothing more than their summer outfit (give or take a couple of jumpers and/or sun hat). Sounds like a dream.
I tried to reason with Tobi but my efforts were fruitless. He was going to get on the bus and for some reason I thought I must stop him from making a fool of himself. I certainly managed to make both of us look like idiots while arguing and struggling with each other at the bus stop. Some people were pointing fingers and laughing so I sent them to a 'warmer climate' (Hungarian paraphrase) Then many started to cry that 'oh, they would so much like to be in a warmer climate! Be somewhere nice!' The crying crowd was a terrible site to look at and it even put Tobi on a bit of a hesitating halt. He wasn't so sure anymore because there was the 62, people could just get on it and be right there The Bus left.

I thought that the topic was closed but when our bus came he didn't want to get on. I left him there, fed up with arguing. I thought he would certainly be home latest for dinner, probably bringing with him an imaginary cat or two he picked up on the way to add to the feast. Hi didn't come home last night. He only got in about 5 minutes ago, now at the table having, actually 2 dinners, a lunch and a breakfast making up for skipping them. He has been to YliKiiminki 6 times this last day and a bit because every time he got on the bus it took him right there instead of Victoria Park. Bullhead.

You may wonder why, why did he not just fly to Scotland but this isn't this simple. Although he would be there in a day if flying, he wanted to have something simple, something local to change climate here, or something like that. He is chewing and talking the same time trying to explain this.
Basically he is a house dragon and our house is in Oulu so he has to put up with it.
That's it.
Next time I may write about the sociology of the 62 bus in Glasgow. Or I might save the world from it!