So the new plan of action is to write blog posts and publish them when I can. I actually enjoy writing posts as it makes me look at the pictures that I have taken and reflect on and sum up things that have happened. So, lets see how that works out for us.
When doing research on Port Barton, you often hear about the bus trip and the unpaved road. I was given 2 sets of instructions of which bus to take – the one when the weather is dry and the alternate route for if the road is too washed out. I was a bit worried as it had been raining all night, but the regular bus ended up going. There didn’t seem to be a set time for when the bus left. It just seemed to be when “enough” people showed up and there was some cargo to take. I made sure to get to the station just before 8 and we hit the road around 9:15
Here’s one way to kick start a bus.
I was told the bus ride to Port Barton would be 4 hours. I made sure not to drink too much as I didn’t want a full bladder when we were bouncing around on this infamous road. Then, about 1 hour into the trip we stopped for food and a bathroom break (this trip keeps trying to show me that being prepared means nothing!)
There were 2 guys who seemed to be in charge of cargo and the load on top of the bus. A few times (while the bus was moving at full speed), they would go up to the roof to adjust/fix/secure/look at (?) the cargo.
Just before the dirt road, we were stopped to see if anyone had any mangos with them. Good thing I didn’t know at the time I can’t get them in Port Barton otherwise they would have caught me with a case!
Then, we hit the muddy road and descrptions of this road and the journey were not exagerated. If I couldn’t tell you where my sit bones where before, I can know. They are those 2 bony parts of your arse that hurt like hell when they are repeatedly slammed down onto a hard bench! When the road wasn’t bumpy and bouncy it was muddy. The bus was slipping and sliding and I was waiting for it to either tip over or spin 90 degrees.