There’s something I really enjoy about riding the bus. It’s not just a way to get from point A to point B—it’s a front-row seat to the rhythm of a city.

Through the window, neighbourhoods unfold like a living postcard. The skyline shifts, and so do the people—commuters lost in thought, kids laughing on their way to school, a dog eagerly pulling its owner along the street.

Inside, the hum of conversations tells a story of the place. Snippets of daily life—friends catching up, an elderly passenger sharing wisdom with a stranger, someone excitedly planning their weekend. Every ride is a mix of familiar routines and unexpected moments.