Today I caught the bus to town from our YWAM base in the Quintas. There is a long, several kilometre road, between us and the main town with its sealed streets. Our road is moderately used, but degrades quickly, leaving deep corrugations that shake even the eyes in your head.
Our poor old bus was pretty worn out, with several of the stabilizing poles inside, rattling loudly and moving dangerously with every bump. I now understand why we always end up with the oldest bus in the flete. The new buses never come out our way, but if they did, they would not remain new for long.
Trying to take a photo in the shaky old bus