Yesterday I had the concierge arrange for a taxi at 9:30 and she was 10 minutes early which keeps this type A happy. She was an engaging mother trying to make her way and save enough to get a little farm away from Masvingo. Her name was Arcita which led me to comment on the names of some of the male workers I have met - Brilliant, Benefits, and Clever.
She got me to the bus stop and was concerned that a bus was not there, but about then a ZUPCO pulled-up and I made my way through the vendors trying to sell their wares through the windows. Boarded the bus and travel karma was with me this time first two person seat by the door was totally vacant. Being bad I threw my duffel bag on the window seat and occupied the other, figuring I would have to surrender it at some point but at least it would not be on the bottom of the heap.
As it turned out the luggage compartment filled and the duffel just barely fit under the seat.
This trip was none eventful, videos of music were played at somewhat more moderate levels, passenger capacity was controlled to 64 seated passengers so we were not stopped at every police road block to pay a fine. Bus driver was very helpful too. Told me to just stay in my seat at Harare and he went and found a taxi for me.