buses.

cant remember if i added in the last post how much i HATE buses.

on our bus that left at night from lusaka to livingstone, some random guy got up and started preaching to us. they also played some amazing zambian film, probably the worst acting iv ever seen in my life. but so so funny, i thought i was hallucinating it.
all the buses stink of pee and vomit, and our bus from lusaka to chipata literally had pee on it, that ran down the aisle and soaked mhairi and jessy's bag. and after that journey we had to stop off in a 'lodge' that had a poiso nous spider on the wall, a massive gecko above our beds, brown disgusting sheets and no mosi nets. i slept wrapped in my chitenje with my hoodie over my face. depressing.


point of this: i never want to see another bus again.