forgive my sense of irony... and the bad photographs... but in the middle of the night my bus skidded across the road... in a startling manner... which i have grown accustomed to. I examined the surrongdings and when we started on our way again assummed we were all still alive and all would be well. Both were true but not as i had imagined it to be. further down the road we pulled over a couple of women jumped out grabbed their bags and ran. it did seem a little odd. i coulnd understand. but that too is something i have become accustomed to. not understanding is my natural state.
when we were told to all get out of the but I got to see for myself-
the windshield... which i still don´t know how to say in spanish, was shattered. there was nothing left... only where the sticker proclaimed... "su mejor compañia" held it together... was there anything left.
the driver pulled the remainder out and threw it on the ground next to where i was sitting the kids played with it... and we sat on the side of the road until just after sunrise... when another bus, even smaller than the one we had been in, arrived... i forgot to mention how ridiculous the bus was to begin with packed tight, over-packed and then some... with all the goods and etc people were bring from Bogota to the remote towns in whereever ... south... cause after the midnight debacle the tightly packed bus seemed like a minor detail... until we all had to do it again. but with more stuff and less space... the humor was in there burried underneath the mattresses, dogs, people, lamps and who knows what else... what could have been a 6 hour trip was a 18 hour trip... then it was astounding. now it is routine. time is of no import... i am so glad i dont have a watch. even without it i maintain my neurotic internal clock set to american rigid concepts of time etc.
but i got there. eventually. i think i always will.
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