Trumbling down the road our bus wound around mountain curves at a juggernaut speed in comparison to earlier. Thankfully the potless asphalt lulled me back to sleep however the yammer of voices on the bus kept my eyes and brains open to the various languages being spoken. Our little purple bus yielded only to a farm tractor with three young boys driving up the mountainous road. We climbed farther and farther into the mountains as the sun rounded past twelve-thirty. Sitting back, I retrieved my camera snapping off a few shots along the way. A bit over a half hour the bus went back to its swaying, bouncing, jumbling maneuvers as our altitude peaked. Stretches of pine covered mountain yielded to our views as we turned and started back down. Forty minutes later and my pee
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