(Version française plus bas)

There are two ways to look at my job situation. You could say it stinks, because it’s super far from the downtown area where we live. Or, you could say it’s awesome, because you get to see a totally different part of town. I choose the latter.

6.30 AM: Bus #139. I’m the only Westerner on board.

It takes about half an hour by bus to get to where I work, in district 7. So far, I have never been stuck in trafic. I suppose 6.30am is too early for trafic jams.

Daily morning iced coffee.

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