buses

The buses themselves are never in good shape to start with. Add this to the formula of roads littered with potholes, a driving technique that I had previously only ever whitnessed in video games, and interior decoration akin to that of a fortune tellers caravan, and the result is just a regular bus ride here.
The bus station in Medellin displays bus-related death and injury statistics per quarter split by bus operator.
To get to Medellin, we took an overnight bus. It hurtled round windy mountain roads at an average pace of 90mph, on tarmac of questionable quality. I found it rather challenging to eat my yoghurt- anyone who has tried to eat liquid food in an earthquake in the middle of the night may sympathise right now. I wont even begin to talk about the challenge posed by the toilet...