What is "busload"

Usage examples of "busload".

Today busloads of tourists are shuttled in and out -- the view of the mountainous coast is spectacular -- but one thousand years ago this outcropping of rock was recognized as the site of a door into the Other World.

The FBI says busloads of white crazies are coming in from all over the country-- to mix with the crowd and attack all at once, from every direction.

Fifteen minutes later, two busloads of reporters and television cameras were on their way to Uetendorf to see the remains of a crashed weather balloon.

We were bringing refugees in by busloads, and we had facilities to put them up in our gymnasium.

It was a treat for her, with the aroma of warm, freshly baked cookies and the sounds of people running in and out and busloads of fans dropping by to visit.

When she had her radio show, people came from miles around by the busloads, but now, with the new interstate, downtown was dying on the vine.

Why blow up a busload of common folks when the same munitions could knock an airliner from the sky?

Set loose by Darwinian compulsion, to grab and eat and touch and taste the full force of the wind that hits him this day like a busload of tourists bouncing down the road toward some golden vision of the past.

Or the busload of Korean tourists who pulled up unannounced one busy night, got married en masse, then couldn't stop joking about doing it all over again, as if the Vegas chapel experience were a variety of amusement park ride.

We were closing the gap toward the bus station doors when they all opened at once and a busload of people surged toward us, dragging their skis and luggage behind them.

There's a Trailways busload of French tourists that arrived fifteen minutes ago -France-French it's your worst table-waiting nightmare come true, so I have to take your orders real quick.

He was on his way to Switzerland to find a busload of anonymous witnesses who had disappeared into thin air.

You're in Ireland the summer after you left college, and you're drinking at a pub near the castle where every day busloads of English and American tourists come to kiss the Blarney stone.

She'd never dreamed she'd be so grateful to see a busload of senior citizens in her life.

A glamorous leech, producing nothing except films bush‑shirts fish… in the aftermath of Partition, I see Vishwanath the postboy bicycling towards our two‑storey hillock, vellum envelope in his saddlebag, riding his aged Arjuna Indiabike past a rotting bus‑abandoned although it isn't the monsoon season, because its driver suddenly decided to leave for Pakistan, switched off the engine and departed, leaving a full busload of stranded passengers, hanging off the windows, clinging to the roof‑rack, bulging through the doorway… I can hear their oaths, son‑of‑a‑pig, brother‑of‑a‑jackass.