Every morning I ride bus No.17 from my home in Konjarnik to my office in Novi Belgrade.
Most of the time I spend my 20 minute long ride reading (this morning it was Murakami's "1Q84", 3rd book), but sometimes I secretly snap photos of some great-looking people on the bus.
I kept waiting and waiting but this Eminem lookalike wouldn't turn around...
Loved his bad-ass attitude!
Another fine example of male species... but tranquil and pensive.
And that Indian chief tattoo that you can make out under his white T-shirt, compounded by our bus driver's maneuvering wizardry, had a knee-weakening effect on me...
I held on to the bars for dear life though I felt more like holding on to him with no holds barred...
Saw this girl this morning in Konjarnik.
Entirely oblivious to my stalking, she kept walking up and down this stretch of Ustanička Street, waiting for the No. 17.
Some No. 17 buses are just as great-looking like this new bus I rode yesterday, complete with AC and a TV screen.
I love seeing good-looking strangers but nothing beats familiar smiling faces.
It's great to share small, everyday, seemingly insignificant moments in your life, like riding bus No.17, with people you love.
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