In the pharmacy the young girl stresses because she's left it so late. The boy with her tells her not to be so impatient, she must wait for a member of staff to have time to take her pictures. I'm grateful that the pharmacist serves me first.
The bus juddered every time the driver changed gear and at times it felt as if he was riding the clutch. I disembark with relief, hoping that the other passengers also reach their destinations without incident.