Some children even wave at the bus, although most people just stop and stare. A group of youths shout, a young girl waves an orange, and a man in bulging swimming trunks with a squashed face flexes his muscles and grins enormous teeth.
As Arben is pointing out that this is the country’s main beach resort the bus stops with a jolt.  He looks round in surprise; heads go up to see what is wrong.
Traffic lights. They have encountered one of the country’s few sets of traffic lights. When Jojo pulls away again a policewoman can be seen standing within a white circle in the middle of the junction conducting traffic.
The traffic lights are evidently not working.
Keith glimpses a young boy in callipers, reminding him of schooldays and the polio victims of his youth.
Sandra points her camera through the window at a young girl leading two sheep and a goose, and then at men crouched down, huddling together on shady corners around bicycle repair huts.
Just as the straggle of town is accruing interest, blocks of stark apartments rear up to darken the bus interior.

Extract from Crossed Lives copyright Robert Hennegan
Author photograph by Janet Harris