BAD BUSES - A good story (the ending, p.4), it was morning. Four hours. The familiar story with a large number of passengers and luggage again. I managed to join a Spanish couple, with whom I'd had the same flight. They are pre-booked tickets, but when we got on the bus, it turned out that their seats were occupied. Wife went to the minibus, called me with you, but I politely declined. But the boys insisted: "No, no, let's go." Van was at the gas station, I threw bags and squeezed in his place, which was a metal building on the steps. View of the beach at five in the morning, we hit the road in a terrible stampede, almost on his head from each other. About an hour minibus stood at the police post, as the driver said that "tourists do not pay." We present a passport, and eventually we were allowed to continue their journey. Then the driver tried to take more passengers. But the space inside was not. We were so close to each other that each hillock, I ventured to get his knee in the crotch. Unlike other buses it had iron railings, welded just in the middle of the window opening, so that through this window anybody could not squeeze through. In other words, enter and exit the bus was only possible through the door (from my own experience say that it is simply unheard of!). The door was also locked, and to open it, me and the controller had to raise the 10-pound container of water, and then pushes open the door. This container had a hole, so that every time I stop over and over again turned out to be all in the wet spots. The old gun But most interesting is that all these exciting events, we were not even aware that the bus goes horribly slow. For five hours our mobile "tower-Teremok overcame all 130 km (approximately 20% of the length of the route). We stopped in a village and we were immediately surrounded by a crowd of local, who were selling fruits, drinks, sandwiches and wheat pancakes. I bought a small bottle of water and a little fritters. These trips are something like a trip the whole family. All are eyeing each other and after a few minutes later they laugh and quarrel. Another stop. Somehow I do not want to move, but as I stood at the door, move me still had. Distribution of sweets at me again spilled water from the tank, and then I heard a noise and could not understand why he said. In the confusion, I looked around and smelled smoke. I instantly had the idea to remove a few bags, which blocked the passage. I threw a bag out of the car and tried to grab another, but could not - people have already started to leave. But no one came. All stood, clutching one another. Next to me on the bus was a woman with a child. I saw she was frightened and stood up, raised his hands. The woman let go of the child, and his head was now free to sell in the aisle. Picking up a baby, I realized that someone will beat me if I had dropped the baby. Now I had to quickly get to the back of the bus to see if there is not need my help. Some part of me thought: "Really, everything is so bad? Really, all panicked because of a false bomb threat? "Seeing that my backpack lying on the road, I took it and carried it 150 meters from the car. Soon, another mother with a baby left on the road, stumbling and losing consciousness. I noticed from the bottom of the bus struck a fire, and after that there fell out some details. "Water! Water! "- I yelled. Reservoir do not remember what happened next, but soon after that, all discussing how to repair the bus. I told my friends, fellow travelers that "the bus I'm not coming back. I have heard that it is safe to hitchhike. I think we should try. " By the time we joined a 50-year-old Argentinian, and we decided to go on foot. After about a mile stopped striking SUV, and almost at the same time - the truck with some bags, goats and roosters. We decided to separate. Two will sit in the SUV, and two in the truck. My eyes and the eyes of Argentine lit. "You sit down at the SUV, we get in the truck" - as we said in unison. We snuck past goats tied in the back, getting a full "enjoyment" of their stench and excrement, and sat down next to chickens on some bags. It was the most comfortable ride in all Mozambique. Wind in your face, the soft seats of the bags, the locals greeted us happily, the sun somewhere in the distance - real happiness. The only downside was the goat, who decided to chew his leg Argentine. And to me, "rolled up" some cock. Another of his colleague spread its wings, but the strong current of air and caught it with all his might threw it on the side. I thought he gave up the ghost, but no survivors. In the back of a truck, but on this trip is not over. We landed 20 km from the destination at some major intersection. We got into a taxi pickup with a group of local residents. A few weeks later, I met a man who said he was disappointed because his trip to Africa was quite calm. Here it would be the envy of my story, which is likely to be no recent history of this kind. Start material:
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