On the Puyo bus

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About 4 hours into the inding journey around the Andes we suddenly go though a very dark and narrow tunnel. When we come out hte other side I wonder why we are driving so dangerously close to the side of the mountain. I look out of the window on the other side of the bus, and there is a sheer drop of about 1,000ft down the Andes about 3ft away.

I know a couple of people that would hate this. My sister, for one, would be crapping herself at this height. My only fear, however, is that I am going to wet myself, as my bladder has been giving me pain since about 30 minutes into the journey. Culpa mea for trying to prevent getting dehydrated, but at least it provides a constant distraction from other dangers.