On the way to downtown Rhodes on a nice and warm afternoon. In some parts public transport on Rhodes reminds me on public transport of my hometown Jena in the late 1980 GDR times. Not air conditioned high-floor busses, open windows and warm air draughts through the vehicle while the low sun shines in your face. The engine roars under the hot floor and you can feel every vibration coming through. Driving like crazy, the driver does not even stop before opening the doors when approaching a bus stop. The air pressured doors are opening undamped with a loud clash. In some busses it felt like time traveling back into my childhood. And it felt like summer. Already miss it!

The photo was originally puplished on my Instagram account.