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The Road to Busia 9.11.10

We had to be ready to leave at 5:30am this morning. We loaded all our gear and food for the trip and got dropped off at the bus station. At the bus station we were separated and teams  Haven, Shilo, Well Spring  and Freedom’s fire, went on one bus and Pulse, Shekinah and us, team Redemption.  We were handed  tickets and scrambled on the bus to find our assigned seats. None of my team was seated next to me in 8A so I waited in semi dread about who would be seated next to me, then I heard a familiar New York whine asking where 8A was. Logan threw her bags on me and said “hold this” while she got comfortable in her seat. We went to sleep almost immediately, ear plugs in, eye masks on. We slept for about 2 hours before we got to the real road.

We were tossed violently into the air, was there a crash had a tire blown? No, we were still moving along, then we were air born again. The bus was driving through pot holes you could burry a cow in, and we were seated in the 2nd to last row of seats behind the wheel well so with every pot hole we were launched from our seats. It was like a wooden roller coaster without the fun. We had pulled into a station where we were given 10 minutes to do whatever we needed to but unfortunately that wasn’t enough for some people to use the restroom since there was a line. A few hours later we stop and are told we have 5minutes. Logan and I rush off the bus and follow a small crowd to a mall type building with bathrooms. We fill the whole bathroom and the security guard motions to us that there are more upstairs. We run up the stairs and into stalls before realizing there is no toilet paper. I had a pack of tissues stuffed in my bra, which becomes a convenient pocket when wearing a skirt, so I used those. Jen Miele came to the rescue and  gave everyone who thought they would need to drip dry some tp from the counter where it was sitting.

We sped walked back to the bus only to find that the driver wasn’t anywhere near ready to go. Team pulse had become pretty sure that this was their intended stop but were waiting for confirmation from their contact who they were trying to reach by phone. After another 10 minutes it was decided that they would be staying there and they departed the bus, in that hot dusty town.  At this point Logan switched seats because she was sick of me sneezing on her. We had been using each other as pillow props until that point so it made it very hard to go back to sleep so I watched the scenery. We continued on past tea fields and what we will assume were medicinal marijuana fields and lush green drop offs. We passed street vendors and all the while it continued to resemble Mr. Toad’s wild ride. We reached Busia with only minor head trauma and were picked up by our lovely contacts.