Many times I've wondered why we go to amusement parks, when we have the best entertainment, now at half price! But unfortunately, only immigrants, the elderly and young people know how to appreciate the heritage.
This very morning I experienced an exciting adventure. The bus from Oñati to Bilbao passes at 06:30 (the next one is at 13:00). A wonderful and full moon, which has announced a long journey to me. With me five other people at Oñati Post Station, waiting. We were beaten at 07:00, watching the full moon, then the clock, nervous and burning. Check repeatedly on PESA schedule and yes, the bus needed half an hour ago. “It won’t happen,” he said. His appearance of serenity and the renegade of the angry suggests: “This is not the first time.” It's Friday, the load of the week and the need to go to work makes the event even more exciting. What to do, how to reach the goal? I have turned my head to the bus station screen, to see if there is any warning (“ah, no screen, of course!”), come, we will call the PESA phone, “look, before 07:30 there is no service!”
The bus going to Zumarraga has passed, we have asked the driver and told us “come,” with questionable credibility. Ask the following driver and call: “Yes, he’s had a breakdown and is going to come now.” Of those we expected, some have done so to San Prudencio, others have done so there. They salute us. “The next bus departs from Arrasate, we go there”, “What time?”, “08:00”. The next bus to Bilbao, an hour and a half later! ! ! The others have been waiting for us. Pending. Pending. Pending. Sounds like 07:30. Pending. Back to PESA phone. “The bus has suffered a breakdown and by 07:00 has passed through San Prudencio.” It's gone... In San Prudencio we are all again hoping to catch a bus departing from Arrasate at 08:00. San Prudencio, second stop of the amusement park: a dark station with an impressive charm, showcase dozens of motorists who pass through it without being able to go to the environment and the bathroom in the garbage section. We have had an hour and a half. Piiiip We are in Bilbao!
I would like this to be just a ridiculous and eccentric rarity. Unfortunately, those of us who opt for the bus could say that we only have one more example of the bad management of public transport in Debagoiena. Those who take the bus in this valley of Gipuzkoa do not choose to take it, they go by public transport driven by necessity, they are the poor who live in our environment and have no choice but to take the bus. Being honest, hardly anyone would decide to get an hour and a half later to work to save the planet.
Finally, and bearing in mind the proximity of the elections, I would like to recall that promoting sustainable mobility is not only about advancing the name of ecology, but also about betting on social justice.