That reminds me of my youth, where my cousin (a city kid) would complain about needing to wait 10 minutes for a bus, while I had to wait for a bus that was going every two hours — in the Alps. Alpine winters being not something during which you wanna wait two hours at an unsheltered bus stop. I sometimes decided to go on foot with the hope to be at the next stop before the bus (or stop the bus inbetween if the driver was nice enough).
Another friend had one bus a day.
Nowadays I live in the city and would complain if I had to wait for 5 minutes. How we reason about public transport quality is very relative to our expectations.
Another friend had one bus a day.
Nowadays I live in the city and would complain if I had to wait for 5 minutes. How we reason about public transport quality is very relative to our expectations.