Hee hee you can't pee
May 10th 2007 I hung my head out the bus window, suddenly no longer able to cope with the smell. We had stopped to pick up passengers in Siguen and in that brief moment several women had boarded the bus and were selling hot corn, cooked trout and chips, clothes, lollies, chicken and strange coloured liquid in clear plastic bags. Minus the goldfish. I had to pull my head in as a man slammed a ladder against
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