A hastily written original – by Sarah
It’s nearly impossible to fall asleep on this bus. The hazardously rough roads make my teeth chatter despite the 90 degree heat, and I jar awake every few minutes, catching air on the numerous speed bumps.
Women nursing babies while walking down the street, clusters of ne’er-do-wells gesturing fingers to their mouths and offering weed, men staring unabashedly, thunder that shakes the entire hostel, savory street food wafting through town with a hint of salty ocean air.
Hey guys! I’m new to the whole blogging scene and have had many the reservation to starting one in the first place. First off (disclaimer!), I’m not much of a writer. I know what you may be thinking, why bother in the first place, right?