One of the first things one does after moving to a new city is try its public transportation.
Baltimore’s system failed me, as much as it failed everyone I know living here.
I tried taking the bus few times but the ride was never pleasant. Either the bus would not show up, the driver would see me and not stop, or the passengers made me uncomfortable.
I spent the day of October 21st hopping on and off the city buses, starting from north west of the city, all the way to the south east part. I took the first bus at 8:30am and the last one at 4:15pm. One thing I can tell you: it was eccentric.
Bus ambient noise
chat with a disordered
man while waiting for
bus #3, about
a Ravens game
his poetry and books
two complaining women