Waiting

Not sure if the Ohiro Road bus-stop book­case and sofas have sur­vived the weath­er and/or van­dals (reports, any­one?), but, either way, here’s a lovely video by Dan Adams doc­u­ment­ing this fant­ast­ic urb­an enhance­ment… Wait­ing from Dan Adams on Vimeo. via Eye of the Fish

Wellington Bus Review

This has been cross-pos­ted to Sus­tain­able Wel­ling­ton Trans­port. Great­er Wel­ling­ton Region­al Coun­cil is cur­rently con­sult­ing on the Wel­ling­ton City Bus Review. This is man­dated by the Region­al Pub­lic Trans­port Plan, which requires a review of trans­port ser­vices at least once every five years. The cur­rent shape of the net­work has exis­ted for dec­ades and the city […]

You can’t trust the new real-time bus system; don’t

Earli­er this month Alan her­al­ded the begin­ning of the roll-out of the Region­al Coun­cil’s new Real Time Pas­sen­ger Inform­a­tion pro­ject. So far, though, I’m not happy. Just as numer­ous pieces of pub­li­city in loc­al and com­munity news­pa­pers have failed to alle­vi­ate my sus­pi­cion that the sys­tem is not all it is cracked up to be, […]

To stand or not to stand, that is the question

It’s not easy to keep your bal­ance on a trol­ley bus if you are wear­ing ver­ti­gin­ous high heels or are weighed down with shop­ping. It can feel like surf­ing rather than just rid­ing the bus. But spare a thought for those whose seat­less­ness is more than just an incon­veni­ence. In recent months, this Wel­ling­tonista has noticed her pro­trud­ing baby bump does­n’t get her a coveted seat on a packed peak hour bus. I can be stand­ing with my bump right in some civil ser­vant’s face and he won’t budge. And just this morn­ing, I watched embar­rassed at myself and my fel­low Wel­ling­to­ni­ans, as a woman with Par­kin­son’s struggled to hang onto a pole as our bus swept down Brook­lyn Hill packed to the gun­nels with people look­ing the oth­er way. Have Wel­ling­to­ni­ans lost their bene­vol­ence for their fel­low man – all for the price of a seat on the bus? Surely the people of my beloved city are bet­ter than that? Surely?

Bus woes

Stupid busesI’ve avoided it as long as I can but I’m going to have to start lay­ing into the Wel­ling­ton buses. This will serve two pur­poses – to gath­er a weight of evid­ence with which to con­struct a plat­form from which I can launch a series of more form­al remon­strances; and pos­sibly more import­antly, to make me feel bet­ter.

I have begun a journ­al of woe – chron­ic­ling my prob­lems and frus­tra­tions – and you can join in too, if you want.

TXT BUS

Wel­ling­ton pub­lic trans­port has made anoth­er great leap for­ward. From the mar­gin of a loc­al com­munity news­pa­per:

Bus users across Wel­ling­ton can use their cell­phones to find out when the next sched­uled ser­vice will arrive. The ser­vice allows pro­spect­ive pas­sen­gers to find the times of the next three buses due by txting a four-digit num­ber – the bus-stop ID num­ber, dis­played on bus-stop signs – to BUS (287). A reply will arrive with­in seconds.

Now note that this will not tell you when the next bus will actu­ally arrive, but (pre­sum­ably) give you the next three buses due as per the timetable. So not hugely help­ful when your bus has not shown up for no appar­ent reas­on, and nor is it as cool as the digit­al signs I’ve seen in Auck­land’s inner sub­urbs, but still a start. Now can they just sort out integ­rated tick­et­ing? Kthxbai.

When the lines go down

I’m sure you know that the Wel­ling­tonista is a big fan of the trol­ley buses, and thinks that every­one who bitches about the wires over­head being an eye­sore is an idi­ot. You prob­ably think that it’s because we’re dirty leftie greenies that we’re fond of the wires, but the truth is, we like them because it’s hil­ari­ous when they go down. Like this morn­ing, watch­ing a trol­ley-bus hav­ing to get shunted by anoth­er bus out of a major Hataitai inter­sec­tion. And get­ting to ride on the oth­er side of Cour­tenay Place around marooned buses. And see­ing Wil­lis St totally blocked up with the corpses of trol­ley buses left life­less. Actu­ally it was lovely to see how friendly all the traffic was, and how quickly police and oth­er people in shiny coats were there to dir­ect traffic and keep things run­ning. Some­times Wel­ling­ton is a sur­pris­ingly well-oiled machine. The offi­cial word after the jump:

Bus Angst #32

for god's sake, move down the back!Two words: bloody buses.

Actu­ally, here’s a few more. This par­tic­u­lar Wel­ling­tonista had to wait forty minutes last even­ing for even one bus to turn up on his route. Of course, when one did, it was packed to the gun­nels, so it sailed by the stop, as did the next, and the next. Finally, one only mod­er­ately packed bus did find space to fit me on board, so I did even­tu­ally get home, but what irks me is that in the forty minutes spent wait­ing at the bus-stop, I saw three Kil­birnie buses go by (the second two wer­en’t even that full), and two Houghton Bay buses. I mean, if they’re going to can­cel buses, could­n’t they be a little more even-handed about it all?

Bus routes affected by the can­cel­la­tions are lis­ted here. I find it hard to believe that there are no #1, #4 and #32 can­cel­la­tions after 4:30 today. As a pre­cau­tion, I plan to back-walk a few stops to the Bee­hive end of Lamb­ton Quay, to ensure, at least, that I can get onto a bus that will take me home, should one deem to actu­ally turn up.

Cheers drive

And still thank youWith so much hap­pen­ing in this fair and glor­i­ous city of ours (it’s not just mine, it is all of ours) there’s a high chance that you’re gonna bump into some “out of town­ers”, espe­cially the next few days as the city fills up with drunk pen­guins, herds of Elvis-es and not an unwel­come amount of nearly naked people … the rugby Sev­ens are on!

Whilst we all know that nearly everything is with­in walk­ing dis­tance of the Sta­di­um (“It’s a very walk­able city” was prob­ably only just pipped by “Abso­lutely Pos­it­ively Wel­ling­ton”) we at the Towers are sure that there will be a high pro­por­tion of these tour­ists catch­ing buses from ‘here’ to ‘there’.

And once on the bus they will be pleas­antly sur­prised by how, as Wel­ling­to­ni­ans leave the bus, there is a hearty, “Cheers drive!”

Well, actu­ally it’s likely to be a, “Thank you” or even a, “Thanks driver” but why should­n’t it be, “Cheers drive”?

More reasons to moan about the buses…

a mexican juggling green ballsThe fares have gone up! Well, for some of us they have. The new zones do make things a little sim­pler, but one gets the feel­ing the 1, 2 and 3 stage price hikes will gen­er­ally out­weigh the dis­counts the more rare 4 stage trav­el­ler will be mak­ing. Don’t know about you train users. You can fend for your­self.

If you’re a little con­fused about it all Met­Link have excel­lent online info about the new zones and fares.

And to the bus-driver who looked stroppy at me this morn­ing when I presen­ted my brand new (but old-school $20 three-stage ten trip), and griped that I should be using one of the new cards, and made his decision to let me on regard­less seem as if was the greatest show of mag­namin­ity shown by a single per­son across the Wel­ling­ton region this year, might I now say (hav­ing checked the rules): “Get stuffed! It’s val­id to the 17th!”