Five hours into my journey from Manizales to Cali, my bus hit a motorcyclist. The motorcyclist survived, but it will take a skilled surgeon to reattach his foot. We waited for a few hours on the side of the road until another bus, half the size of our previous one and already full of passengers, came to our rescue. It was a cramped ride. I had the good fortune of sitting on the lap of a fairly plump woman who smelled like oranges. The man next to me wasn't so lucky. Squished in between the ceiling and a pile of luggage, he had to endure the entire journey with his head halfway out the window.
Friday, February 15, 2008
Manizales to Cali
Five hours into my journey from Manizales to Cali, my bus hit a motorcyclist. The motorcyclist survived, but it will take a skilled surgeon to reattach his foot. We waited for a few hours on the side of the road until another bus, half the size of our previous one and already full of passengers, came to our rescue. It was a cramped ride. I had the good fortune of sitting on the lap of a fairly plump woman who smelled like oranges. The man next to me wasn't so lucky. Squished in between the ceiling and a pile of luggage, he had to endure the entire journey with his head halfway out the window.
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