Encounter at a bus stop

Yolinda wandered down the road without thinking about a direction. She came upon a bus stop and decided to board the next bus that came along. 

She sat down, so completely lost in her thoughts that it was a few minutes before she realised that an elderly man was sitting next to her and he appeared to be speaking.

"I'm terribly sorry, she said. Did you say something?"

"Does the bus to Marrakech come past here?"

"Oh, well - what?"

"The bus to Marrakech. Does it stop at this stop?"

"Oh. Do you mean the city in Morocco?"

"Of course. Unless there is another Marrakech."

Yolinda was completely bewildered. Had she been living on a completely different continent all this time and didn't know? She checked her surroundings, and then checked Google maps.

 

"I'm so sorry but I think to get to Marrakech you will need a plane, not a bus."

"Really? How very strange. I used to take the bus to Marrakech all the time when I was a boy."

The man thought for a minute and then burst out laughing and slapped his knee loudly which made Yolinda flinch.

"How utterly silly of me! I completely forgot that I moved away from Morocco years ago!"

He wiped the tears of laughter from his eyes.

"I must go home and tell my wife of my funny mistake. Now, can you tell me where my house is? No, never mind - I remember now. One block down from Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese and turn left." And off he trotted, whistling and giggling about his mistake. 

Yolinda was torn between telling him that they weren't in England either or letting him be. He seemed so contented in himself that she didn't have the heart to say anything. Her decision was aided by a bus pulling up just then. She jumped on and settled into a seat toward the back. She wanted to collect her thoughts about her mission.

"Excuse me dear", said a small lady with a kerchief tied around her head. "Is this the bus to Swindon?"

To be continued...