After two weeks of this glorious chaos, they finally fixed the hole. The buses returned. The streets breathed a sigh of relief. But the diversion’s true legacy is the chaos it created in the hearts of commuters. We saw that a single road closure can turn a civilized bus route into a game of Frogger with a diesel engine.
So next time you’re stuck on a diverted bus in West Hampstead, don’t just complain. Embrace the madness. Roll down the window and shout a compliment to a stranger. Or, better yet, get off and walk. Because the real route closure was the friends we made—and the buses we nearly fought—along the way. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to buy a diversion doughnut. It’s probably gourmet by now.
