Happy go lucky Colombians

The other night I witnessed an incident when it was pouring outside. I have mentioned before that when it rains here, it’s a downpour. A buseta was just pulling over. Some passengers were trying to get off. There was a puddle right in front of the buseta’s exit doors. A few girls came off the minibus. But for some reason they didn’t jump onto the pavement immediately. On the contrary they were lingering around the puddle, which seemed really strange..

It appeared that they had to get off the bus to let others get off. As passengers have finished exiting, the screaming girls were trying to get back on the minibus. But the driver wasn’t aware of that so he started driving off. The girls kept screaming while trying to get back on. But they didn’t’ sound annoyed. Instead, they sounded like a bunch of kids who were enjoying playing with puddles and having fun. When they finally all got on, they were still laughing about the situation.

The buseta was so packed that it looked more like a can of sardines on the go. It was exploding so the doors couldn’t be closed. It just trotted along with open doors. Heavy rain was sweeping in horizontally by the roaring wind.

The anecdote shows that whether we’re happy or not is all in our heads. It’s our attitude. It’s how we make of each situation. Do we laugh at our mistakes? Do we smile as we missed a train? What do you do when your double scoop falls off your cone after someone pushed you over from behind? We have control over how each of the events and our lives ends. We can influence our own impression of these occurrences – did we have a good time, was it annoying, or was it awful?


  1. As a Bogotana I absolutely love all of your blog posts and your point of view of my hometown as a foreigner, but this one in particular brought a smile to my face. Thanks for sharing!

  2. ocic fan club · · Reply

    so being a buseta driver is not so bad after all…

  3. […] telling that they most likely don’t have a licence. They have bought it. These raging minibuses roam around the city and freely collaborates with vendors, beggars and buskers (or perhaps they […]

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