If by some bizarre chance I happen to die in Macedonia, check with the bus company–they are probably at fault or I was on one or waiting for one when it happened. They are such a huge part of my life! I figured out that in an average week I spend at least 7 hours waiting for buses and about 10 hours riding them–and that is if I’m timing them correctly. I think the drivers look at the schedules and see that they are close to the designated time so not to worry. No such thing as waiting at a stop because they are early. More often than not, they are very late and so drive like crazy men trying to make sure they get back to the station on time. The seats don’t have seat belts–they are old wooden chairs which you slide off when he makes a sharp corner. You have to hold on for dear life. I’ve been thrown out of my seat once. And then there is the issue of getting off the bus. You damn well better get off quickly or he will take off with you still hanging on or stuck in one of the doors. I know! I have been caught twice now. Fortunately there are people watching out for me and they make him stop so I can be free and clear. But it is a terrifying feeling knowing that I can’t run fast enough to keep up with the bus. Wonder if they have ever thrown anyone under the wheels.
On the lighter side, Steven came to visit and saw a tiny bit of Macedonia. I think he was a bit shocked by where I live but I can assure you, I have an exceptional space compared to some of the other volunteers. I have asked him to write a blog post about his visit so I won’t say much more. You all just have to hold your breath until he gets around to it.