Our bus slowed as it drove though the Welsh village. There were a few homes, a couple pubs, a store, and not much else. We continued on down the main road and pulled up alongside a two story, white concrete building with black shutters. We’d arrived.
Two weeks earlier my roommates and I stumbled upon a flyer about a weekend trip to Wales. It outlined stops along the way at Chepstow Castle, Titern Abbey, Hay-on-Wye, and one of the oldest pubs in the UK. The highlight of the trip was a horseback-riding excursion through the Welsh countryside. Space was limited, so we jumped on the opportunity and booked the trip.
Unbeknownst to us, all the stops on our itinerary were scheduled for the first day. We dragged ourselves out of bed for the early departure and traveled across London to meet up with the bus.
It was a small group and a small bus. Every seat was filled. The stops along the way broke up our time spent in the cramped seats. They hadn’t really accounted space for our luggage. After our last stop we had a couple hours on the road still until we arrived at the Inn.
It’d been a long day. Most of us planned on resting during this last leg of the trip. I had an aisle seat and sat next to my friend, Bill. As he dozed off he propped his head on the window. The easy twists and turns in the road and the steady bumps made it easy drift off.
Before long the twists got more aggressive. It felt that our speed had quickened too. I opened my eyes and instinctively inched closer to the aisle. Bill woke soon after. His eyes bulged, he let out a yelp, and he nearly jumped in my lap.
The bus was racing down a rough road on the edge of a sharp drop. From Bill’s view on the window, we couldn’t see the road underneath. Trees growing along the edge zipped past. It was a terrifying scene to wake to. Bill decided to yell up to the bus driver to make sure he was aware of how close to the edge we were. I don’t know how long we’d been driving like this while we slept, but we carried on for quite a while longer.
I remember feeling nauseous and closing my eyes to keep from seeing the scenery race by. I didn’t open my eyes again until the bus slowed down. The quaint village was a sight of relief. We survived day one of our adventure…