#busfromhell

Unfortunately due to our slow start, we were doomed to get stuck right behind a life ending car wreck between a truck and a car. It was a sad and scary moment. The road was shut, we were parked next to a field of power plants buzzing in the rain, surrounding that was a junk yard full of the lifeless cars and trucks that probably met their same doom on that turn as the cars tonight. It was an eerie place to stop for an accident and an eerie place to be for the next two and a half hours. We were getting no where fast – so my fellow American friend broke out some emergency stash of Oreo Cookies to ease the burning oil of the late night bus: we still had two boarder crossings ahead of us and we were to arrive in only 5 hours (that clearly was not happening). Thankfully, the road was slightly opened and traffic was allowed to move on. We drove and we drove and we drove, we made it through boarders and into new countries, however, our entrance was shortly lived when we were made to turn around and go back due to a passenger neglecting to have their passport, so back to Montenegro we went and good bye Kosovo. Luckily this hour detour was not too bad, seeing that we kept moving and did not need to re-enter through customs. I wish this were the last of our troubles… The trip continues on with more delays, struggles and headaches. But luckily for me, I met some friends to keep me sane and to feed me some of America’s finest: Nabisco Oreo Cookies.