BAD BUSES - GOOD STORIES Drew Prineas, the U.S. passed through a crowded salon bus, I asked the driver: "Diskulpe! But hacienda? "(Sorry, no vacancies?). The driver stood up and showed me a number in the cabin, where there was a free middle seat. The place was between the woman at the window, which nursed the child, and a guy in a yellow baseball cap, he sat in the aisle. I just made a difficult journey, and immediately began another. Will there be a deviation from my route to visit the island and the city of Mozambique (the former capital of the former Portuguese colony), justified, or it will be another test of strength in my body and spirit? Bus trip to Africa for the lone traveler is akin to military action. You are well aware that will not be easy. Go long, and in Mozambique the situation is complicated by the fact that almost all the buses depart at 4 am. The day before I crossed the border with Zimbabwe. Thank you for a drunken taxi driver and very friendly staff frontier Mozambique. Shomoyo first major town on my way to become Chimoio, which at that time held a cultural festival. It was a lot of music, pictures, any gift, meal, including the most exotic, but I wanted to see the coast. Mozambique is divided into two parts - north and south. The northern part has remained aloof from my route at this stage of travel. To reach the island of Mozambique, I had to do two transplants in each of the buses, in which I drove, there was something interesting. Marketers It was four o'clock in the morning. I went to a small bus with 30 seats (they are here called "shapas"), which was already packed to overflowing, at least I got that impression. These buses do not have a special place for luggage, so put things where there's space, walkways and passenger seats are no exception. I went into the last bus, he moved through the bags of some odorless manure (bags looked that way) and took his place. Located next step I took up the space for the legs, that is, I could not put the legs normally, no drop to the floor your backpack. After the last bag was entered into, I continued to follow his lone backpacker, stay out. Some guy shouted to me through the window: "150!" (About 4,5 dollars). I told him tough, "I went to ..." (to the delight of passengers). Then I got up, snatched from him his backpack and pushed it through the window. The idea that 11 hours I had to ride the bus in which I move, he could not, not improved my mood. A place where I could put a big backpack, it was not, so I had enough of that to keep a small 8-pound backpack on her lap, so still and put on top an extra 20 kg. The next stop of the first half-hour gay passengers could not come down and shrill laughter. I could not believe that people can get such joy from the bus ride. On the road we stopped and picked up more passengers. The door is not opened, so that they zaprygivayem through the window like a monkey, and placed on the bags. While all this was happening, my strength gradually began to leave me. Weight of backpacks was no opportunity to shift somewhere in the side, and constantly had to keep them for yourself. It took 3.5 hours, and I gradually ceased to feel his feet and began a little breathless. I've tried everything at that time. Tried to keep the backpacks on their sides, upside down. If all this was part of a film, it certainly would be a comedy, in which I have every two seconds to change the position of his backpack. Strap on a backpack belt was fastened, and I'm even a little crushed that poor woman, then sat in front of me. My sleeping bag raised himself from his seat and collapsed on sitting next to a woman. In the end, after I've helped other passengers to deal with their luggage, I felt that enough namuchalsya and hoisted her backpack to the top of the mountain of other people's bags. Thus, the backpack I was under the roof of the bus. I only left that support his head. At that point, nothing more I could think of. Local kids on the way during stops in the villages to the bus ran up children who were selling vegetables and fruits. I bought 10 bananas for 30 cents. They will be my food for the day. The roads were not as bad as I expected, however, had plenty of bumps to discourage myself one place. On the 11 th hour trip we arrived in Quelimane city, which is located on the shores of the Indian Ocean. The weather was normal and nothing special about the city is not represented, so when we got to the bus station, I walked to the parking lot for large buses and began examining the plates with the names of routes. One of the buses into the city of Nampula. In my guidebook it was stated that the road will take 11 hours. I went to the toilet stalls with food was nowhere in sight, so I thought: "That may be my only chance to sit down on a big bus. Need to use it. " I walked into the salon, and as I said before, sat next to a woman who breast-feed. Read more:
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