Going Up the Mountain

We said mass in an abandoned school room and then ran to catch our bus. Lo and behold we waited, everyone waited patiently, for 2 1/2 hours before we finally left. Time is always slower here. We were sitting in front of a crowd of drunk guys at the back of the bus. The bus-driver patiently stopped to let them pee, but they were also the ones who pushed the bus when it couldn't make it up the hill. Rowdy guitar music was playing, and people clambered out the back door and onto the roof!


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