Well, When my bus ride first started I was actually thinking about how I could describe beautiful the mountain,s covered in lush greenry, waterfalls everywhere from the over abundance of rain. As the sun set the full moon arised and supplied enough light that I could still make the outlines of 30 foot catcti in the distance. And then we got a flat tire, which I actually thought was nice since it gave me time to watch the pretty firefly´s outside.
If only I could of jumped to the end of the trip there.
We got back on the road and continued for about 15 mintues when we stopped again...I was sitting right behind the bus drivers (there are two) when one got out with a flash light, and walked the route where the bus was supposed to go. However I looked out of my window and down and saw nothing other than a shear cliff to the river below. The one guided the driver very slowly while watching the wheels. And than all of a sudden he started screaming GO GO Go! and the driver gunned it and we made it o.k. But by now I am WIDE awake and no possiblity of sleep; unlike everyone else snoozing peacfully. Than, we came to a river....seriously? I was like this possibley cant be the road....Yep! There was some cars that been stopped since then couldnt make it through since the water would have been over the doors, who all got out to watch this attempt... And Off we go! the bus smashed something on the bottom and we drive the smoking bus into the little hamlet 20 yrd away to fix yet another flat tire.
So off we go again. The only delay until we had to cross another river was stopping to help someone else fix a flat tire. The next river though the drivers were smart they waded all the way across and felt for rocks to move...the water was up to their thighs. and through this river we go.
We got to a rickty bridge which the drivers made us all get out and walk across...I couldnt help but think why didnt they do this many times sooner¿ By now the sun was up and I thought all was to be good...When suddendly we came to a stop....what now could it be?
Well only a rockslide that took out the entire road! Apparently it was going to take hours to clear it or something so many people started walking because apperently a bus ran from the next small town...I didnt want to be seperated from my bag so I stayed...and than the people from my bus started by hand working together and moving the rocks and boulders. So of course I pitched in Dont need to be able to speak the language to understand when work need to be done...and if little old Bolivan ladies were helping so would I....we worked for probley about half an hour, and right near the end (kara style of course) I managed to Gash my finger right open on one of the rocks...one of the old ladies wrapped my finger to stop the bledding but I got a bunch of blood droplets on my pants. SO we made it through the big landslide!
and if only this was the last of it...Not to bore you with the details of yet ANOTHER flat tire, we than came to a semi truck that had managed to get stuck in wheel deep mud completely sideways blocking both sides of the road. And yes that is bascially the end of it....
3 flat tires, 2 rivers crossed, one cliff survived, a rockslide, and a stuck semi, no sleep, and 21 hours later I arrived here in Sucre.
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4 comments:
This sounds like a typical Kara adventure!!
IO remember Arlene saying that the buses were unreliable but i didn't know it would be this bad!
Yes well. That and I am full of lies and I actually spent my whole trip in an asylum in BC. Ive never even been there. its also really sad- ive already forgotten my password, that i only set yesterday.
Alex P.
And I thought I had some interesting bus journeys, yours takes the cake! I hope your gash is OK and you are well.
Aaaw! I was going to say exactly what Trisha said!
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