While waiting for the bus, many people were coming up to me and asking if the bus in front of us was the one to Marseille. I answered some people but sometimes they asked the question with a lot of words and I was not sure if they were asking something else. One guy was deaf and that was just a bad situation, luckily the guy sitting next to me just answered for me a couple of time – thank you!
Before my bus loaded this guy asked if I was going to Marsielle. I said yes, as that was the bus that I would be taking. He then asked me the cost. I thought it was a weird questions so I asked “what” and he picked up that I did not speak French. When he learned that I spoke English he was ridiculously excited. He told me that he was from an island between Africa and Madagascar; there are four islands inbetween the two and he lives on one of them. He was all about speaking English and told me that whenever he meets someone who can, he tries to speak with them. He learned in school but would like to become better as he is not very strong in it.
Everyone was lined up for the bus and the deaf man was in the front. He was knocking on the doors and the bus driver, who was a woman, opened the doors saying “can’t you give me two minutes?! Not two minutes? I need to speak with the control officer and you are here trying to get on, two minutes! I need to speak with the control officer, excuse me. EXCUSE ME.” Finally the guy moved over a little so she could get off of the bus but man it was a ncie little scene to watch. I am sure between the trains being cancelled and her trying a new route it was a long day for her.
Everyone boarded and the man I was speaking to before was waving me to come by him. I avoided that but then when I got on the bus I needed to sit with him as there was not another place to sit and he had saved a seat for me, great. The ride was very interesting as the man sitting next to me offered the following to me 1) his phone number 2) to buy me a phone 3) to show me around Marseille 4) for me to live with him in Marseille. I truly believe that he was just a really nice guy who was happy to speak English, but he did creep me out a bit. I was happy to get off before him. Our conversations included me staying with my sister in France (don’t know how he came up with that), me being a teacher and him being a chef, how long his trip was, and if I was happy speaking with him.
The driver was nice enough to tell me when to get off and I was very happy to get off. I walked into the train station as I did not want the guy to see where I was going. Okay – so it was dumb, he was still on the bus, but still it is what I did. I waited for the bus to leave and then asked the man at the ticket window where the tourist information office was. He pointed me in the direction and I was off.
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