@Tola posted:Also, in those days when we ride our bicycle for long distances and don't want to ride back. No problem, we just put it on top of the bus.
The busses had a ladder and another door at the back, with sliding windows on the sides.
I believe it was a lorry chassis, with no cab, that was made into a wooden bus.
True. I would stand at the front gate in my short pants and barefoot the the posse walking in. Uncles, aunties. Etc. Those big baskets had rice. DHAAL PURI and so on. They used to come down loaded. Women had those rumal things on their heads. They would speak tamil or madrass as u call it. My mom was fluent in that. Never understood a word.