Yesterday we had the ride from hell with the jeep practically falling apart on us. Today was supposed to be a straightforward jump on the 8 hour bus to Dar. Passed the customary roadside carnage on the way until a few hours in and what would you know, another flat tire on the bus. After a momentary skid and loss of steering control we managed to pull to the shoulder right next to a very small village. The next couple hours was a case
study in why flying, while more expensive, is sometimes the much more prudent option.
1. The back of the bus couldn't be opened. It was wedged too tight so that we couldn't get out the pump neither the other tools needed to make a change
2. Just our luck another bus came by. It dropped off some tools, and picked up some passengers
to take on. We were not on that bus.
3. Second bus comes by later. They drop off more tools but don't take on any additional passengers, basically a 'you're on your own' drive by. There were other options but we just had too much
baggage to cram in with the other 30 people sitting in the 18 seater.
4. Needed a volunteer to fall under the bus as it were. Not a pretty sight since the jack didn't seem so secure but what else could you do
Another long hour later, after some able bodied passengers figured out the best way to use sticks and poles we were able to get the tire changed and it was back on the bus. Having lost time on the way it was speedy gonzales all the way to Dar and then at night.
Only the strong survive
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