The Greyhound doesn't stop here anymore
Daily Maverick 168 weekly newspaper. It is past midnight in the Free State. The bus stops. Brakes hiss. A door opens. The cold smacks me through my face. It is ±3°C. In the bus’s warm darkness, I leave sleeping passengers behind. The sound of gentle breathing. Strangers. As someone once said: “39 seats, 39 stories.” Bye-bye. I am outside Springfontein, a desolate forgotten little village between Trompsburg and Bethulie. Places that have lost their looks, but still have a hint of delicate seduction. The driver gets out, walks to the side. He opens a door; from the inside of the huge ho...
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