Segunda Instalación

I walked along until I saw a bus stop. I thought it might be diverting to take a bus after all these years, so I stepped on one in the middle of a crowd of people. There was a sign on top of the bus, which said, “Ferry”. I thought this was somewhat strange, since I knew it was a bus, but the men who put it on there had probably just been confused. I climbed in, paid the nice driver, and went to the back of the bus so I wouldn’t disturb anyone. We rode for quite a while, and finally the bus came to a strange, white loading station of some sort. It was enormous, and from time to time it would make thunderous, long honking noises (like an automobile, only much louder). The bus finally drove into the loading station but there were no lights in it, so it was very dark for a long time. I got dreadfully bored after about an hour, so I went to sleep.
When I woke up there was light and we were on the road again. As I rode, I saw many peculiar buildings (probably temples) that looked very oriental. I thought perhaps we had gone to China or India, since I did not know how long I had slept for. The temples themselves were magnificent; they had large, beautiful roofs, with walls and gardens encircling a few of them.