Ahhh the feeling of packing into a hot, stuffy, crowded bus, bouncing up and down on the unpaved road hitting potholes every five seconds. That slight breeze coming in through the window is nearly impossible to feel as I stand in the center aisle of the bus grasping onto the ceiling handlebar for my dear life. I manage a glimpse out of the front window and notice the road is barely as wide as the bus, yet two-way traffic somehow manages to flow. I look out the broken left window to see a steep rock wall with partial netting up, where surely boulders fall onto the road. Oh wait, the…