Bus-iness a Usual

So... last time i left maseru, Lindsey and i ended up on this jankey bus from the 1960s/70s, but at least we got seats and didn't have to stand in teh aisles. TO ease or 6-8 hour ride we each took a "valium" (a weak neighbor of valium that's sold over the counter here for the equivalent of 20 cents US each). Anyway the main issue here with the bus ride home is that they don't stop for pee breaks at all, so you're fudged if you need to pee. A few hours into the ride linds and i need to pee like a couple of seabiscuits (or secretariats, if you prefer), it was a pretty unfortunate circumstance. Then, at a point where to road both inclined and turned sharply, the overloaded bus went up on two wheels, smacked back down, and the engine cut out. The bus then proceeded to roll backwards down the mountain and the driver turned the wheel so the bus ran perpendicular to the road and ran back into a ditch/someone's fence/shop. Linds and i were like, FUDGE YEAH! perfect timing! SO everyone had to get out so they could remove teh bus from teh ditch and we were able to run and pee behind a building.

They got the bus out of teh ditch in like 30 mins, but then had to wait 3 hours for a mechanic to come, so we had a nice mountainside picnic of an apple and 2.5 biscuits each (which, incidentally, is not enough food for an entire day). and we napped and read our books. i didn't get back to T squared until dark though, and had to walk 20 mins up the fucking mountain home in the pouring rain with 200lbs of groceries. I thought i would collapse. so sadd. Then when i finally reached my doorstep, my lock was jammed and i couldn't get in. Two bo-ntate (men), 2 bo-abuti (boys) and 45 minutes later they broke in using a nail, a rock, and a butterknife, and completely mangled my lock in the process. They were all super nice to help me out. Then i was home! hoo-rah!

It's been hard readjusting to mountain life. I got pretty used to hot showers and cheese. I'm no longuer under "lockdown" though so ui can, in theory, go to maseru/S. Africa whenever i please. I'll probably take 'pamper me' trips regularly, but i wonder if that'll make things worse because it will continually remind me of what i don't have. WHen i was here (thaba tseka) for 2 1/2 months straight, i got used to it, and though i will always yearn for cheese, it was a dull ignorable ache rather than a stabbing in my lactose-loving heart.