You have not lived until you take a bus ride in South America. I had a long ride going north from Quito. The bus apparently had no springs in the suspension system, it felt like the axle was bolted directly to the chassis. My back still hurts.
I am still not sure why I am alive, except for Divine Intervention. We passed a truck while going uphill on the side of a mountain and saw another truck coming toward us. Somehow our driver swerved back into our lane a split-second before the impending collision. Ever since that day, I have figured I am living on borrowed time.
You haven’t ridden a bus, until you’ve taken the bus from Olongapo to Angeles City in the Philippines.