It was 13 hours bus ride from Arusha to Mwanza. It was a long, tiring and hot day. It was a dusty and bumpy road. My mind, however had roamed, my heart had floated and my spirit had risen. I felt so care free.I felt my soul had flown out my shell and reached to the highest. I was indeed spacing out for 13 hours. One thing one has to love to endure such a long time solo travel is to be with themselves. One has to love to be in their little inner world.
The route the bus took was from Arusha through South Bedati, Singida, Nzega, North Shinyango to Mwanza. Last 3-4 hours of ride was extremely bumpy and rough. Several small kids are often seen to share a seat with their parents in a long distance bus ride like this. They all squeezed in a cramped space tossed up and down as the bus jumped on the bumpy road. There were a couple of scary incidents where the bus almost ran over some women sitting in the bus station. These women jumped out their way, astonished. They didn't express their anger though.
I saw the most spectacular sunset in the bus when it approached Mwanza. I was contemplating a poem in my head.
Bus is flying to the unknown
Cloud is moving along
Sun is sinking and dusk is coming
A streak of ray piercing through
My heart is floating
Celtic music is chanting
Everything is moving
African mama is walking with baby crying
African boy is calling with cow following
Evening breeze slips through the window kissing on my face
My body is rising
I see the sky is opening
Sun is revealing and shedding its last ray
On me and in me while I'm looking
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