23:55 and another bus just turned up, this time for Ovalle. Everyone else hanging around magically knows this isn't their bus, even the woman who is obviously also a tourist from the way she is speaking in oddly-accented Spanish to someone else. I asked the now customary question to the conductor and was told no. It's annoying enough that my bus is 25 minutes late without the uncertainty about recognising it and the worry it may have gone already without me realising.
They could print the ultimate destination of the bus on the ticket, but I guess that would be helpful and avoid confusion.
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