Zoe Post 7

6:30am we woke up to the sound of the roosters wake up call. As we made our way to the showers and got ourselves ready for the day excited to visit a new town. Hopping up onto the bus for the third time was a whole new experience. I had thought the inside would have looked like the bus we took before but it didn’t at all. The blue carpeted ceiling with little splatters of neon colours gave the bus a disco type of feeling. There were fake plastic green leaves hanging from the front and had begin to slowly fall off. The thick warm smell of the gasoline filled your lungs as you squished around to find the right seat. I noticed more and more people coming into the bus one at a time. Lots of mothers with adorable little babies wrapped in african shawls as well as very old men who could barely make it up the stairs. The people just kept coming in and coming. When the crown finally stopped there were about 50-75 people who were standing or sitting in the middle of the bus with no seat. They push and shove their way through. In the background you can hear a few arguments in swahili. When the bus finally starts moving with a loud start of the engine people become antsy, supposedly it’s a 2 hour bus ride, but we all know better. Half an hour passes when all of a sudden all the people standing or sitting in the middle run off the bus and hop into a tiny yellow minivan. It’s almost like a clown car because of how squished in they are. Moshi tells us that they are doing this because up ahead there are traffic control cops. I guess they don’t check the smaller cars stuffed with people, only the big big busses. I was really glad that we were in a seat, i don’t think i would be able to do that. We drove up past the traffic police and an exchange was made. A couple miles later the yellow van appeared and the people hopped right back in.  I thought that it was pretty funny.  The bus ride was long and uncomfortable because there were no breaks. Near the end it felt like all the babies were crying at the same time. You could feel the people becoming more and more impatient, as was I.  Walking off the bus is always a confusing shock. First its like a huge blast of heat hitting you directly in the face, and second of all there are people all around you trying to entice you to take their taxi. Moshi always knows the best people to pick. So we headed into the cab and to our new hotel.