It’s been two minutes. He places his fingers on the throttle and lifts his head to see the police man’s face. I look up the town clock; it’s five minutes to time. Cold sweat runs down my face. My heart drops. I don’t think we are going to make it. A loud whistle blow snaps me back reality, a deafening vroom fills up the air. We move so fast I am jerked a few inches back. I hold tightly on my seat and look up the road to see if we are almost there.
My friend LG and I just came from a totally random two week trip which ended with me having visited three countries; Uganda, Rwanda and Burundi Beginning Funny thing how I got myself on this trip. It was a dull Wednesday afternoon, I had had a rough couple of weeks and badly needed a distraction. […]
I needed a distraction; I wasn’t ready to deal with all these emotions. So when a pal of mine invited me on a trip, I said yes without any hesitation. I desperately needed a ‘griefcation.’