It is so wonderful to see the beautiful forest and the coffee plantations when riding the local buses, but what an ordeal it is to ride in them. First, we have to be willing to be very close to each other like a sardines in a can, then we have to put up with the sneezing and coughing of the people who ride on them. Often times the people are sick they don't cover their mouth when they cough. Second, sometimes children get dizzy in the curvy roads and the kids throw up on peoples' shoes. Third, we have to be in excellent health condition since the roads are with a lot of pot holes and it gets very bumpy. We go up and down hitting our butts very bad and on the curves we have to hold on tight, that at the end of the ride, our bodies are sore and ache. When I sleep sometimes I dream about these bus rides. Yesterday, after the trip that we took to the water falls here near Madikari, I felt like throwing up myself and dizzy. I got a terrible headache from the riding the buses. Finally, the constant honking of the buses, trucks, three wheelers makes me sick, but they do it to prevent accidents.
In addition, I do, get a lot of satisfaction riding with the local people to see their beautiful children wearing their beautiful colorful clothes with so many different kind of jewelry.
Most of the time the Indian women ask me where am I from, I tell then from El Salvador, Central America. It is sad that they don't have the any idea where El Salvador is. I am sure that many women who study do know where El Salvador is.
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