"Some of the roads or, rather, dirt tracks were so bad that your Mum was bounced out of her seat in the back of the bus onto the floor. Fortunately, she suffered no harm. At one stage, the safety door was rattled off the bus and had to be fixed back [...] Your Mum said the toilets stops at some stages of her trip consisted of men trudging through snow and mud to the front of the bus and women to the back. Those who are tardy in relieving themselves might get frost bite!"
My mother, the sixty-something extreme tourist. Some people do it for the adventure - she does it for the bargains. She's brought back some nice native shawls, apparently.
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