The next time I took the bus was in Beirut. My first bus experience was in the back of my mind, but I brushed it off because I was in a more popular area in Lebanon. I thought that would mean more comfort and more accessibility. I was waiting in Hamra alongside an old man, and when the bus arrived, I watched him struggle to get on. A lengthy line of cars was starting to form behind the bus, all the people in them furiously pressing their horns. The situation made me angrier than it should have.
