{"id":447,"date":"2016-07-22T11:05:33","date_gmt":"2016-07-22T11:05:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/pj.rit.edu\/kosovo\/journal\/?p=447"},"modified":"2016-07-22T11:05:33","modified_gmt":"2016-07-22T11:05:33","slug":"travel-with-toilet-paper","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pj.rit.edu\/kosovo\/journal\/2016\/07\/22\/travel-with-toilet-paper\/","title":{"rendered":"Travel with toilet paper"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My favorite game to play goes as follows:<\/p>\n<p>I ask you a question. You answer. Repeat.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat\u2019s your favorite flavor of ice cream?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDo you have any siblings?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIf you were an animal, what would you be?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I collect random facts and stories about total strangers and I catalog them in my head, where admittedly, more useful information could be stored. It\u2019s an inconspicuous interview process that leads to fast friendship more often than not.<\/p>\n<p>But sometimes the questions are thrown back at me.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cWhat\u2019s your favorite movie?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cWhat\u2019s your favorite city?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u00a0<\/em><em style=\"line-height: 1.75\">\u201cWhat are you most afraid of?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong>If you had asked me this just four weeks ago, I wouldn\u2019t have known how to answer. <a href=\"#_ftn1\" name=\"_ftnref1\">[1]<\/a><\/p>\n<p>I\u2019d like to thank the Balkans\u2019 bus service for making this question a tad bit easier.<\/p>\n<p>So it is today, with this post, that I am, publicly acknowledging my undeniable fear of traveling by bus in the Balkans.<\/p>\n<p><em>Wait. Allow me to rephrase that.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s not the traveling bit that I\u2019m afraid of\u2026<\/p>\n<p>What I am, however, is lip-quiver, frantic laughter, masked tears level <strong>PETRIFIED<\/strong> of dying in a fiery crash whilst a passenger on one of these buses, which I have been far more than my liking, over the course of the past several days.<\/p>\n<p>A week ago today, my project partner and I boarded a bus in a noble attempt to reach Bosnia, where we were planning to shoot a story.<\/p>\n<p>Nearly 8 hours after boarding, and a few minor adjustments in schedule (unbeknown to us), we were dumped at a bus station in Montenegro at 3 a.m.<\/p>\n<p>And because the next bus out wasn\u2019t until 8 that morning, we spent the next 5 hours lingering around the bus station, spirits broken, bags of equipment in hand.<\/p>\n<p>When 8 rolled around, we boarded a bus back to Prishtina with nothing to show.<\/p>\n<p>This was not the first of our frustrating bus experiences in the Balkans, and it certainly wouldn&#8217;t be our last (in the following week we would take 6 more rides, totaling 48 hours in travel time).<\/p>\n<p>But rather than reflect on the frustrations we experienced, I&#8217;m going to use this post to try and convey the severity of my fear, as well as it&#8217;s validity.<\/p>\n<p>When you choose to board bus in the Balkans, you are choosing to put your life in jeopardy. Not only because of the condidtion of the roads &#8211; hairpin turns, on single lane roads, thousands of feet in the air &#8211; but because of the insanity of the driver&#8217;s whose hands you&#8217;ve placed your only\u00a0life in.<\/p>\n<p>To put it kindly, the bus drivers are assholes. Am I allowed to say that in a school post?<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s true.<\/p>\n<p>As Meredith spoke\u00a0in direction of our driver during\u00a0the tour we took four\u00a0weeks ago, &#8220;You may not care about your life, but I care about mine&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>And as our driver was accelerating down the curviest of roads, only a meter separation from the edge of a cliff, I couldn&#8217;t help but think the same.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Close your eyes and go to sleep. Close your eyes and go to sleep.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>My mantra of survival on repeat.<\/p>\n<p>And I would close my eyes. And I would nearly fall asleep, only to be woken as we swerved so abruptly that I was sure it was\u00a0the end. But it never was. And for that I am eternally grateful.<\/p>\n<p>I survived the Balkan bus service. I survived it once, and then seven more times, and I&#8217;m going to conclude this blogpost with 3 pieces of advice so that if you ever find yourself about to embark on a wild ride, you might survive too.<\/p>\n<p>1) If you&#8217;re going to take a bus in the Balkans, Don&#8217;t.<\/p>\n<p>2) If you&#8217;re going to do it anyway, travel during the day. The views (although scary) are incredible<\/p>\n<p>3) Show no fear. Once you&#8217;re on board, you&#8217;re committed to your fate. Be brave, die nobly.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Oh&#8230;.<\/strong> and <em>always travel with toilet paper.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"#_ftnref1\" name=\"_ftn1\">[1]<\/a> Okay that\u2019s not exactly true. I would have answered quite adamantly that I am most afraid of white glue, but considering that it\u2019s not a well understood fear, we\u2019ll skip over it just this once.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My favorite game to play goes as follows: I ask you a question. You answer. Repeat. &nbsp; \u201cWhat\u2019s your favorite flavor of ice cream?\u201d \u201cDo you have any siblings?\u201d \u201cIf you were an animal, what would you be?\u201d &nbsp; I collect random facts and stories about total strangers and I catalog them in my head, &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/pj.rit.edu\/kosovo\/journal\/2016\/07\/22\/travel-with-toilet-paper\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Travel with toilet paper&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":29,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-447","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pj.rit.edu\/kosovo\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/447","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pj.rit.edu\/kosovo\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pj.rit.edu\/kosovo\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pj.rit.edu\/kosovo\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/29"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pj.rit.edu\/kosovo\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=447"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/pj.rit.edu\/kosovo\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/447\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":449,"href":"https:\/\/pj.rit.edu\/kosovo\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/447\/revisions\/449"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pj.rit.edu\/kosovo\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=447"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pj.rit.edu\/kosovo\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=447"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pj.rit.edu\/kosovo\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=447"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}