Sitting in the bus the time passes without me knowing what time it is. I see that it is dark or light outside. With the darkness the cold comes and I am happy that I got my pullover to keep me warm. My soul-mate was cold tonight so I gave her the thin survival blanket I have with me. Her emotions made her freeze. I can understand as her love is so lightful and longing for her daughter.

At the stops we can buy us to eat and to drink. My compagnion has given me tea and I was surprised: it was very sweet! I liked it so I buy myself a tea sometimes. The drivers like those two women behind their back who are counting on them. They make jokes with us, that I do not understand at all. My knowledge of Indonesian langague did not get bigger in Medan.

The drivers are two pairs that take turns. When they do not drive, they try to get some sleep in the bus. There is no luxury bed in the bus for them as I know that from the van from Lukas, who gave me a drive as I was hiking to the first hnc-course, last year. Lukas had a nice bed behind his seat and I wished those drivers would have such a bed so they could give their body a good rest.

I remembered the information I got in Kuala Lumpur about the bus drivers that do not get a hotel room at night. Those bus drivers here are driving 7 days and nights in the same bus, one way so 14 days in a row, and if one of the drivers is not feeling well, the other is driving more than 12 hours a day! That does not seem to fit in my idea of allowed driving time that I learned in Europe for my truck driving licence.

I am over 50 now, so I had to give in the C and D driving licence or I had to have my physical system checked and that was not worth it. Compared to these drivers, the Malaysian drivers that have the whole bus for themselves at night, are very lucky. They can lie on the floor and have no passengers that are getting in or out to disturb them.

At daytime the drivers of our bus had to sleep too, to be able to drive at night and in the bus there was a lot of activity. I did not envy them. I was glad, that these men were drivers in all ways. They liked their job and that made that they had a good humour and this was felt in the whole bus.

I too am in a good mood if I can teach everything I know about the state of coma and how to get out of it. We seem all now and than or more to be in a state of coma and this does not make us happy. We feel we are missing something, but we are not aware what it is that is missing. Getting aware is one of the subjects that is taught in the hpi-COURSES.