The neverending bus ride

We got on the bus thinking it was going to be a two hour ride. WE had left early so we could make it to a festival that was in town. After we left town it began to be a beautiful drive. We passed fields with ole' Little Boy blue haystacks. The farmers were still using pitchforks and wooden wagons with horses. I know that we passed 1,000 stands with vegatables and fruits for sale. There were ones with just and old lady with a table and a few buckets of wild strawberries to sell. The ride was wild. There roads are bad and it felt life we had been on a vibrating chair. The two lanes are a bit wider than ours and they just get in the middle and sorta ride along and pass when they want to. It was crazy. I decided not to look. It seemed like the houses in every village had used the same turquoise paint to paint around the window frames of their dark wood houses. We stopped for a break after 3 hours of driving and I just had to go to the toilet. It was an out house. We put paper over our noses, but I just have never experienced anything like that in 52 years. there was a floor with a square hole in it. I busted out as soon as I finished and pulled my pants up as I ran up the hill. If you have seen Slum Dog Millionaire you know just what I've been through!!! I got on the bus and said in Scarlet OHara style!! "As God as my witness I'll never do that again!"(Since I'm writing this 5 days later I hate to say I have already! I've got to go now and will return after I eat. Love to all