Because it's green up there and horses, cows and sheeps like green.
Curt tied our luggage in. Four extra people sat in the aisle with knees in their backs and bags in their faces.
Curt later told me that he was worried about that bus making it.
Curt never worries about vehicles making it.
The mini bus did fine on the way
until we got to some inclines.
Then it started to roll backwards.
We were heading for that faaarrrr mountain. The bus didn't make it. Fearless leader lady flagged down another.
Honored to be walking among them, weepy.
And not honored because they trudged up a steep mountain for FOREVER, or because they sloshed through one of those crazy-cold rivers up to their hiking-pant thighs. THREE TIMES.
All of them won my admiration.
A short amount of time, but enough to get a taste of camaraderie that only comes through shared experiences--the thrills and the trials.
There are relatively few foreign women who understand the specific challenges and joys of living in southern Kstan.
Our common focus superseded nationality and age and brought us all the closer..
That, and the bus ride home.