Leaving a place isn’t always the most exciting part of the adventure. Generally the way home always seems shorter than the journey there, unless the plan has some holes in it, and you are in a country where important things like buses and information about buses aren’t always as frequent or as accurate as you might like.
As the sky opened up we left the centre and made our way down to the bus stop. After a long wait, our hope for the right bus coming along plummeted and we caught a different bus to another station… Unfortunately the bus that departed from there didn’t leave for another FIVE hours, and would have only taken us to the centre of the town rather than the airport. Missing the flight wasn’t an option.
So… some super sleuths managed to hunt down a mini-coach (the power of travelling en masse) which meant our bus station wait was only like 4 & 1/2 hours (the silliness rapidly increased in the fourth hour) and we made it to the airport on time. Hurrah!
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