October 18 5:00pm
We’re ripping around a mountain highway at blistering speeds. Each curve looks like certain death.
“Said, does he driver have any idea that he’s scaring the hell out of us?”
“I’m keeping an eye on him,” Said says.
The more terrified I get that I am going to die RIGHT NOW, the more peaceful the bus driver seems.
He’s chanting Qur’an now.
“Allahu akbar,” I think. “God is great.” And God is the only reason we haven’t gone off a cliff yet.
I wish the driver would watch the road a little more. And that he had put on deodorant this morning.
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