in the hole, in the road

recently my travels in this land have been numerous, accompanied with:

3 blow outs
more flats than i can count
2 puking kids & their sick mother-in the seat with me
1 staring man
1 flip-flop cut in order to plug a tire
13 hours one way
50 cfa manioc flour; mixed with water to seal tire
off-roading in a bus
too many over-packed buses and bush taxis
the aisle seat: a fold-down plank between two rows
dirty black market gas
the good seat: by a broken window
gas shortages
passenger door nearly ripped off
999 speed bumbs, okay i don't know how many, but it's a lot
9,999 potholes and craters...

i will miss this land, but not this road