As trees passed by at high speed, sharp curves running under the crushing power of the large tires and the altitude meters were climbed slowly but surely, I tried to imagine what would actually happen if the driver had a stroke, an unattended moment at the wheel or just hit a wall of pure insanity. There was no way, that anyone in the bus would survive a drop from the road down through the thick forest onto the floor of the valley. And the worst part was the knowledge of the nighttime sneaking in making it impossible for anyone to actually locate us if it happened. Chances of survival were slim and the stories about these kind of buses racing off the road in other countries, definitely did not make me more able to sleep. But witnessing the awaken Colombians trust in the driver, comforted me - just a bit. (more…)