I read an article in National Geographic Traveller - The Bus Stops Here.
City Tour Busses run on a tight schedule. The Bus leaves from Here, at 9.05 or 9.45. Please note the minutes.
Of course there will always be those tourists, cool and casual as you please who stroll up late, nary a cary, oblivious to the jeerings of the other passengers, who have been waiting for up to twenty minutes.
It happens here as well.
A group of six, who asked me to arrange the Johannesburg and Soweto Tour and couldn't contain their excitement, spent the next 25 minutes back and forth to the bedrooms and bathrooms.
They had been scurrying around for the previous two hours, asking me in turn, whether the bus would be on time.
Benjamin, not part of the group, asked me to book a taxi for him the previous night, as he was 'always late for his flights', and the 'stress was getting to him'.
The Tour bus arrived and then that taxi whose driver parked behind the bus.
The tourists were now ready to leave. But, where was Benjamin?
And, there he was sitting at the pool reading a Roald Dahl short story.
"Please ask the driver to wait. This story is so riveting. I cannot put it down."
"And, could I use the wi-fi? I need to make sure-sure of my flight."