We left the hustle and bustle of Puerto Vallarta on a sunny morning, seeking peace in the quiet village of San Sebastian del Oeste in the Sierra Madre Mountains.
The regular detour was closed for repair, sending us on a bus ride from hell, a bus ride that kept me on the edge of my seat.
The dirt road was not built for large vehicles.
There were no guard rails to protect us from the steep cliffs that dropped off into the jungle.
I had visions of the news report. “Canadian tourists among the dead in a Mexican Bus accident”
We arrived safely with a Story to tell.
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Funny but terrifying too!
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Love this post!
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I felt stressed just reading this and seeing your photos! Yup…. been through that “pit in the stomach” feeling on a bus ride before. Most memorable a night bus around mountain curves in Peru that left us exhausted and shaken. Next day we read about a number of buses that had gone off the edge! Whew.
Peta
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We are both crazy for saying “yes” to danger. Peru is on my bucket list.
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Lovely read. We had a similar experience going from Sikkim in Northern India to Bhutan and I had visions of similar headlines. In the news. We live to tell the tale – and you tell it well.
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thank you so much. Glad you made it through your ride, did you blog about it?
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No, new to blogging (since I took up birdwatching, or more to the point since I retired!)
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