Five Long Minutes on the Bus

The woman across the row crawled up to the driver a second time. She crawled back. “Five minutes,” she said. “He said five minutes.” Kelly and Quang are blogging for GoNOMAD.

“Five minutes could not have passed more slowly. When we finally pulled up next to a gas station in the middle of nowhere, every passenger on the bus lept up. Apparently, we were all cursing our morning coffee.

Empty and feeling refreshingly free, we all gathered back on the bus. The driver revved the engine and pulled back on to the highway. Paved road! It was a paved road! The ride was smooth. I pulled out my book.

But I only got to read for 30 minutes. At 11:45, the paved road fell away and we were left zooming down another dirt road with nothing but flat, flat land to the horizon.”