The Least Useful Guide to Fukuoka

During the self-isolation period, I rode buses more often than I usually do. Busses ran with nearly no passenger, so looked much safer than pedestrian paths crowded with joggers and teenagers who don’t know where to go. Also, I thought using buses would help Nishitetsu, the local bus operator. However small my help might be, it should be better than nothing.   

Bus ride in thid particular time gave me chances to occupy a priority seat. A big adventure!

Even though I have lived over a half century and probably wouldn’t be blamed for taking a seat originally designated for elder and/or handicapped people, or pregnant women, I  don’t think they are for a 50++ years old person who can ride 10km on a Mama Chari like me. I usually take a back seat or stand on the isle.

However, when there are only a couple of passengers on a bus and everyone had settled in their seat, it seemed OK to venture on one of the priority seats. 

Sitting on it for the first time in my life, I found it quite comfortable, least shaky and giving a cocoon-like feeling. Meanwhile, because of its relatively low position, if someone standing beside you sneezed, fatal droplet might be sprayed on you. In this sense, this seat is not always the safest in the bus. You may need a good protection against the attack from the above. Also, some of the priority seats do not have openable window. Be careful when choosing your seat in hotter seasons. 

The view from this seat was quite different. From a lower angle, buildings and trees looked magnificent and world looked bigger.