Third World Buses – First World Fear

I held on tight. Closed my eyes and begged my brain to imagine one of my happy places, often invoked while at the dentist. My brain did not cooperate – it was too busy forming the words “holy crap, we’re going to die!” Looking back, I think my brain was over reacting. True, buses that wind through the twists and turns of the Usambara Mountains in Tanzania often tumble down the slopes, ending in twisted wreckage, but that only happens every month or so.