Jersey Bus Station
I was walking through the bustling busy streets of Jersey in tourist season with the sun pelting down on my sweltering hot body. I was trying to squeeze my way through the pathways full of people to get to the bus station. I could see the sign for the entrance just over the heads of everyone. I continued to scuffle through everyone hearing the ever present cries of babies whine from all around me and the scampering feet trying to get to their next destination. I was surrounded by movement, noise and different smells. I brushed shoulders with the man who was holding his freshly dealt full bean coffee from the coffee stand. Then the hydraulics’ being dropped by the bus parked outside the station made a screeching hiss. I had finally reached the entrance to the station, the shutter doors squeaked open like the hair-raising sound of polystyrene on glass.
As i entered the recently built building I immediately looked for the display screens to see what time my bus was due. It was hard to concentrate with all the noise and people. I was being continuously assaulted by the fresh smelling air conditioning I had happened to stand right under. My bus was due in approximately 25 minutes on stand B. People were walking at an accelerated pace to get to their buses on time while bickering, shouting and casually talking over their phones. I proceeded to the ticket booth where I was able to get my ticket using the automated service. I placed in my smooth one pound note something only Jersey has into the machine. The vibrations of the booth made my arm tremble as I pressed the green button to receive it. I was desperately hungry but also needed to use the toilet, so I decided to stroll over to the toilets.
I pushed open the big wide wooden toilet doors with my finger tips to enter the cleanest public toilet I have ever used. Immaculately clean with no dirty toilet smell it was just air freshened and daisy smelling, cleanness which I was delighted...