(marshutkas are the little mini-buses that we take to here and there)
The dang 163 seems to be elusive. It comes quite promptly in the morning but if we get on it after 7:15 it is piled up like sardines and in the afternoon when we hope to catch a ride we wait, and wait, and wait. But, when it does come, it is crowded-- little faces smooshed to the windows and armpits in faces if we dare to board.
Heighth-wise, marshutkas are a tad too small for "standing room" for the man of my life, which has left him with a crooked neck!
So, in all ways considered, marshutkas are a pain in the neck!!! (but they beat walking sometimes!)
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