Proms Bus No.9 in A

I just returned from the Royal Albert Hall for the BBC Proms.

Royal Albert Hall-outside

Inside

I thought I was going to see the proms alone but Owen agreed to come this morning. The proms was a very good experience. In fact, getting into the Royal Albert Hall in itself was an experience.

BBC Proms

But this is not what I wanted to blog about. I would rather talk than write about the proms because it was such a fabulous performance it would take me a while to write it.

It's about bus no.9.

After the proms, I spotted bus no.9 which I needed to take to Charing Cross and walk home from there. The bus was about 50m in front.

I ran to catch it. But the door slammed on me. I backed off.

The bus was packed, so the people turned to my direction and probably checked if someone got killed by the door.

I was lucky. There was a queue at the traffic lights in front. So I quickened my pace to the next stop only to find that the stop was not in use because of an ongoing road work. The bus passed by a grumpy me. What a luck.

So I continued walking further down the road. The next thing I knew, I have reached Knightsbridge, where Harrods is. I spotted another bus stop about 100m in front and then a bus no.9 passed me.

It signaled left and stopped. I ran quickly to it but I missed it by 5 seconds. Damn! Again! How can I miss two buses in a night!

Then I remembered this morning watching news that the 100m world record of 9.6 secs was smashed by Usain Bolt, not me. So I had to concede I couldn't run as fast and the bus driver would have retired and got his pensions by the time I arrived.

I continued walking. Then I reached Hyde Park Corner.

Just as I was checking the bus route map to see if bus no.9 stops here, one arrived right in front! Yay!

Finally I caught bus no.9 after the third attempt.

It felt like one of the pieces played in the proms depicting anger, frustration and then, victory in the end. I have forgotten the name of the piece but I'll just call it "Concerto Proms Bus no.9 in A".