Later, the boys complete some Science-related grammar sheets, and then take a stretch break by walking vigorously up and down the aisle from the front of the bus to the back and up to the front again several times. (At this point, there are only five passengers left on the bus -- several disembarked at another stop along the way--and four of them are us!)
Three more hours to go.
The novelty is wearing off, and hunger is setting in; the packaged treats served early this morning aren’t so filling.
After passing through several towns and villages, the landscape becomes much more remote, though there are still random police checks at various points long the way (so far, we haven’t been asked to provide our ID.)
The landscape reminds me of Honduras. Simon and Alex agree. We get to reminiscing a bit about our trip there.
The boys and I wander downstairs to stretch our legs, and the attendant offers us another drink (I need carbs, cheese and lentils, maybe a few fried onions on top, lady, not orange juice!!) which we gratefully accept, and head back upstairs to our front-row seats for the final leg of this 18-hour journey.