I saw that the #45 bus was already crowded when it pulled up to the stop. I was able to squeeze onto the bus right before the driver shut the door. I heard yelling coming from the back of the bus and I was so confused. I wasn't sure if someone was fighting or was in pain. There were so many people packed in that I couldn't see around the person in front of me to get a good look.
The bus stopped at the train station and a lot of people got off, I was now being pushed and shoved (like cattle) towards the middle of the bus. The yelling never stopped though. The only thing I figured out was that it wasn't in 普通话 (mandarin, China's national language), it was in 闽南话 minnanhua, the local dialect for Fu Qian (it doesn't sound anything like mandarin).
Thats when I saw him. When I saw others taking out their cameras to record and take pictures of him I realized it was okay for me too (something I try to be cautious and sensitive to about here). This older gentlemen was so sweet and kind. He was so incredibly happy and cheerful. I asked some people next to me on the bus what he was singing, and they guessed it was a 'national song for the minnan people of China,' (they are one of the minority groups here) but it was hard for them to understand too. I'm not sure how long he had been on the bus before me, but he sang his heart out for the next 15 minutes and then got off at his stop.
Just wanted to share an interesting experience I had on the bus the other day with you.
